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doors as we tried pulling out of Jamaica Station. I was trying everything. The safety switch was stuck. A blonde pregnant woman with long nails, and her dark haired friend with too much makeup were complaining about how dirty the train was, and the amount of graffiti on the walls. I never noticed the filth. The cool November wind blew over them. I could see the hardened tips of their nipples under their thin sweaters. I was getting hard, and noticed them whispering to one another. I couldn't hide it. I tried turning around, but I had to use the intercom and stood sideways, giving them a better angle to my erection. While I was trying to get the door closed and talking to the conductor on the intercom; the pregnant woman got up and shook the door a little