Play4 2day
By Remittance Girl

Chapter 1

The first time it happened, it shocked her. Alicia sat gazing out the rain-streaked window of the train. It wasn't for some time that she noticed the older, dark-haired man staring at her.

At first she ignored him, turning her attention to the grey suburban landscape. But when she looked again, expecting his attention to be elsewhere, he was still staring.

She gave him a scowl and stared back hard, challenging him to look away.

Strange how invasive a stare can be. It was Alicia who lost her nerve and turned her head. The retreat embarrased her. She felt silly and a little angry.

It was dumb to let it bother her, she knew that. And how many times had she herself stared off into the void, thinking to herself, only to find that she was looking straight at another human being?

She snuck another look at the staring man. He was still looking, but his gaze had slid downwards to her knees. The skin beneath her stockings tingled. As if his stare was somehow physical contact.

Alicia looked down at her lap. Her short grey pinstripe skirt didn't quite reach to her knees. She re-crossed her legs and then realized that, from the angle he was looking, five seats down the carriage, he was getting a very good look at her thigh.

"Dirty old man," she thought. And even as she thought it, the skin between her legs heated pleasantly. In fact, the more she thought about it, the stranger she felt. Her heart sped up. Her cheeks began to burn. The whole sensation made her uncomfortable and she shifted in her seat.

When she looked up at him again, her eyes met his. His face was expressionless. Lined but handsome. Alicia set her jaw and narrowed her eyes.

He didn't respond at first. And then, all of a sudden, he gave his head a little tilt. Just a small one to the left.

Alicia raised her eyebrow. "What?" she asked him mentally. "What the fuck do you want?"

Again, almost imperceptibly, he repeated the motion.

Play4 2Day (c) Remittance Girl, 2008