“Follow me”He stands up and walks along the corridor. I see his wide back, his strong ass and calves and I find myself thinking how would it be to... squeeze his buttocks. I follow him along the corridor, he opens one door and now he is in between the carriages. He turns to look at me, opens the toilet door and goes in, closing it behind himself. I look around, there is none. I don't know what should I do. But what could happen? I opened the toilet door and close it behind me. I lock the door. The. Let me be your hero (he softly whispered.)Would you danceIf I asked you to dance?Would you runAnd never look back?Would you cryIf you saw me crying?And would you save my soul, tonight?Abby stood still as if hypnotized in a trance, eyes locked on her love.Would you trembleIf I touched your lips? (Abby touched hers.)Would you laugh?Oh please tell me thisNow would you dieFor the one you loved? (she nodded, yes.)Hold me in your arms, tonightBrad scanned the audience as he sang, noticing Abby’s eyes. "Hate to do it to a summer intern but that's just how it worked out," my boss said. "Linda will be here too." He walked away.Linda came by my desk almost immediately and, all business, not a trace of flirt, asked me if actually I wouldn't mind coming in an hour early that day, she had some things to go over with me.Boy did she ever.She was dressed to kill that morning in a simple white front-buttoning blouse and nice high-waist, thigh-hugging charcoal pinstripe skirt that flattered her faint. "Want to see?"Elaine could hear her heart chugging in her ears. I think I can... She looked.[yes]Everything was dry."This is so sweet. Like high school or something." Natalie's green eyes went wide. "Maybe he'll ask you to homecoming!" she squealed."You really are a bitch." Elaine felt a little out of it."Would a bitch be willing to share?" Um ... I don't know about having a threesome..." Some level of curiosity was normal, right? But really, she couldn't--Natalie laughed. "Well, I do. You're.