Monday, 7 November 2011

Kimberley is seven years older. Can Derek keep his hands off? STORMY DEFENSE #Romance

A week later on the way from work, Kimberly stepped on the train. She’d missed riding with Debbie and her other colleagues because she‘d worked late.

'Excuse me. You’re squashing my breasts!' Rancorous laughter burst out spontaneously from every passenger standing in the jam packed train. Every eye turned to the woman making the frontal allegation.

She didn’t bat an eyelid. The question was who was she flinging her accusations at? The tension mounted after the laughter died off. Feeling his back tucking deeply against her chest, she felt like her breath was being knocked out of her from top to bottom.

‘Would that be me you’re referring to lady in black?’ he shot back at her. What an irritating description. ‘Lady in black’ indeed, she thought acidly. ‘Perhaps, if you attempt to move slightly…? I’ll be relieved. Thank you.’

‘There’s nowhere to move to,’ he replied indifferently.

'Give the woman some air,’ someone spoke up from down the aisle.

His charitable comment went totally ignored. Feeling completely chaffed, Kimberly struggled to drag her hands upwards. She placed both hands on his back, pushing as hard as she could, swiftly twisting around to change position to gain minimal comfort.

‘Blame the damned train companies for this mess,’ consoled one commuter.
The passenger that Kimberly had pushed wasn’t on the same page as the accommodating rail user.

‘You’re extremely rude and annoying. Shoving and pushing on a cluttered train is unacceptable. You owe me an apology,' he huffed. When she had pushed him, he’d also changed position, so they now had their shoulders side by side.

‘If you wanted to travel in style, this was a wrong choice, man in jeans!’ she parried. Another round of good natured mirth broke out in the train.
‘That’s one lady with some spunk,’ cheered one seated commuter. ‘She’ll give any man a run for his good money.’

Derek was usually good natured, possessing a sense of humour, but this glamorously dressed, cheeky woman was rubbing him the wrong way. And he didn’t fancy being made a laughing stock on London’s choked, public transport.

‘Why are you so saucy?’ he queried sarcastically, unable to shake off the irritation she’d caused him. Why any woman would set out to be so annoying in public puzzled him. Before he could get an answer, the train door opened and she stepped onto the platform.

She looked back at him, winked and swanked off in her black, stiletto high heels. Her flirty body language generated a rousing applause from the usually bored, fellow rail users and a fiery scowl from Derek.

Derek was miffed.

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