y prepared to politely end the versation and join Sean in sleep wherain suddenly jerked and then started screeg as it began to slowly decelerate to a stop.

At the exact same time, every single person orain (who was awake) threw their hands up in the air in protest and I could have ted at least three “goddamnit’s,” two “what the hell’s,” and maybe a “what the fuck” here or there (ting my own).

About a mier, the engineer came into our car and explaihat there was aorm ing from the southwest that had already caused a freight train to derail further south and was quickly headed our dire. We would have to wait until the storm had passed and the freight train ut ba the rails before we could tinue. We’d probably be here all night.

I sighed angrily and looked out the window. It robably not eve 2 o’clo the afternoon, and I could see the sky overcast with a sheet of gray that grew darker and more menag the further I looked in the dire the train oiowards.

And as I was looking out the window, my eyes briefly dropped down to Andrew’s lap - unsciously, of course - where I noticed a bit of movement under his shorts. I looked away as quickly as I could and saw him move his head a little bit as my head turned away.

“Oh, damn. I’m see. It’s really an unscious habit. I ’t trol it sometimes. If I thought I believed in sex addi, I’d go get treated for it, but - “

“No. Andrew, it’s alright. Everyone does it.” I paused and chose the path I’d like to go. “In fact, most people would act appalled and tell you ‘well, I declare. Why, I’d never.’ and then tell you to go do that in the privacy of the toilet stall, but, holy, I uand pletely and the toilet is disgusting, so you keep on if you want. All I care abht now is this asshole of a storm,” I said, hoping to divert the focus of the moment and make him feel fortable as I glared out the window like an angry old man.

I snuck a gla his face. He was red with surprise and embarrassment.

“Thanks, man,” he said, nervously.

“No problem. Just don’t jizz on me or anything,” I said with a giggle as I opened up the bag between my legs to show him the bottle of Jergens and the pack of Kleenex inside and scooted the bag closer to him.

“Deal,” he pronounced, covertly slipping his big, red, flaming, uncut Scottish dick out of his shorts, releasing a short cloud of male pheromones into the upholstery and suitcase leather-sted train air immediately around our seats. I appreciate very much that our team muchly had the erain to ourselves;

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