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Trains Aren’t All That Bad… So yet again, it was time for me to get onto the train. I had been home for important reasons over the weekend but this time, I couldn’t get a lift back from my mum and dad. The train therefore was the next best thing. It’d take a little longer, be a little bumpier and I’d be sitting with complete strangers, facing the potential of anything happening. Bear in mind, if you will, that I had met someone that I would now consider a good friend on here earlier during the week. We had started talking about lots of different things, including uni, what turned us on and who we were. Annie was one of the reasons I joined Lush. I saw her profile, read her stories Erzurum Escort and was like :O WOW. So, when she accepted my friend request, naturally I was delighted. The morning of my train journey, a Sunday, Annie and I had been talking and I was set a challenge: To see if I could find a quiet spot on the train and “enjoy” myself a little. Later that day I was dropped off at one station, not my home one as nothing was going through there that day. When I got on the first train, a brick on wheels, there was no chance that I’d be able to do anything to pleasure myself, sigh. I arrived at the station where I would need to connect to get back to uni. I’d planned Erzurum Escort Bayan to get in early like I did just in the event of a train being late, (see, I’m up here for thinking, down there for everything else) and I had about twenty minutes to myself. I went and grabbed some food as I realised I’d forgotten to eat at home (no idea how I managed that), and then it occurred to me. I had a hole in the pocket of my jeans. It wouldn’t be easy, and I wouldn’t do it now, I’d wait until I got to my seat. The train arrived and I clambered aboard, put my small amount of luggage onto the overhead rack, asked the person occupying the seat that I had booked Escort Erzurum if I could please have it. They moved, no troubles. The seat next to me should have been occupied, but the owner hadn’t shown up. For some reason this time, I didn’t want to get out the phone that has all my music on it, unusual because I like to try and hide the noise of the trains and escape into my own world. I settled into my seat and started to take in the carriage around me. Behind me, a sleeping woman, in front, a young pregnant woman, opposite her, an old man, behind him, a few noisy twenty-somethings. The other side of the carriage next to them, a young man, behind him, a young couple clearly in love from looking at their faces, then, beside me, a young uni student and an old woman. Doing this would be difficult, but I’d manage to somehow. I put my laptop on the empty seat beside me and took off my jacket, a denim one and so it hardly moved when I placed it over my legs.
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