The tracks rumbled under the train car. Trees blurred past, giving way to buildings, overtaken by more trees.
“Hasn’t this been just the loveliest day, sweetie?” She grinned warmly at the little man in her palm. “We’ve gone out and seen so much, made so many wonderful memories.”
“Who the hell are you?” he screamed. “Why are you doing this?”
“Wasn’t the museum lovely? I never get tired of looking at classical Greek sculpture. It was so nice of you to pay our admission.”
“Please, take me to a doctor! I need a doctor to fix… whatever you’ve done to me!”
“And that lunch! I’ve always wanted to go to that restaurant, but it just seemed so expensive.” She closed her eyes in pleasure. “I can’t thank you enough for treating me to such a fancy meal. You’re really quite generous.”
“Where are my clothes? I need my clothes, my phone… I need to call my wife. Oh God, I was supposed to pick up the kids!”
Her eyes lit up. “What’s that? Here, on the train, in front of everyone? Isn’t that too risqué…” She blushed, then bit her lip. “Well, I suppose you deserve some thanks for such a fun afternoon. And we’ve got a long evening to look forward to, don’t we?” She drew him close to her chest, into an aura of body heat and rosewater perfume. Extending her long and shapely fingers, she began to gently stroke his chest, his legs, and then his crotch, grinning at the little lump forming in his shorts.
For his part, he could only cry in frustration, ineffectually swatting her huge fingers away. He wondered why no one else on the train came to his rescue; indeed, everyone seemed determined not to notice them.
“Oh, what you do to me, my sweet little lover,” she purred, raising him to her lips for a long and greedy kiss.