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Mystery Man
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OOC: This is just for myself and Isolde, so I hope you're all jealous 
I sit on the subway wondering what has happened to my life. My wife just grunted as I left the house this morning, consigning me to another day of marital woes. The word divorce has crossed my mind many times, but I'm just too chicken to do anything about it.
The train suddenly grind to a halt, and the lights flicker momentarily before going out completely. To compound my agony, it now looks like I'm going to be late for work. A few people whisper to each other in the dark, and I can hear the shuffle of impatient feet, no doubt in the same dilemma as myself.
As the darkness contiues, I become more aware of my surroundings. A gentle smell of perfume wafts through my nose, and suddenly I am intoxicated. The smell seems so seductive with my heightened senses, and I find myself fantisising suddenly. The last time my wife and I made love must have been over three months, and I've had to be content with my wrist and a trusty video for a long time now.
In my mind I see a beautiful woman, a business suit with a short cut skirt showing long slim legs. Flowing hair and a gentle face, smiling happily as our eyes exchange hidden fantasies across a crowded subway train.
My imagination is cut short when the train starts moving again. The lights flicker back on, and I look around surrepticiously; seeking the source of my fantasy. Looking oppposite me my mind is not disappointed as a pretty good approximation of my fantasies sits reading a newspaper. Her eyes sparkle and her crossed legs remind me of treasures long lost.
As I exit the train my sadness comes back. If only I had the chance to do something.....
I sit on the subway wondering what has happened to my life. My wife just grunted as I left the house this morning, consigning me to another day of marital woes. The word divorce has crossed my mind many times, but I'm just too chicken to do anything about it.
The train suddenly grind to a halt, and the lights flicker momentarily before going out completely. To compound my agony, it now looks like I'm going to be late for work. A few people whisper to each other in the dark, and I can hear the shuffle of impatient feet, no doubt in the same dilemma as myself.
As the darkness contiues, I become more aware of my surroundings. A gentle smell of perfume wafts through my nose, and suddenly I am intoxicated. The smell seems so seductive with my heightened senses, and I find myself fantisising suddenly. The last time my wife and I made love must have been over three months, and I've had to be content with my wrist and a trusty video for a long time now.
In my mind I see a beautiful woman, a business suit with a short cut skirt showing long slim legs. Flowing hair and a gentle face, smiling happily as our eyes exchange hidden fantasies across a crowded subway train.
My imagination is cut short when the train starts moving again. The lights flicker back on, and I look around surrepticiously; seeking the source of my fantasy. Looking oppposite me my mind is not disappointed as a pretty good approximation of my fantasies sits reading a newspaper. Her eyes sparkle and her crossed legs remind me of treasures long lost.
As I exit the train my sadness comes back. If only I had the chance to do something.....