Say, daddy, when one does something is it okay to talk about it? Sure honey” she spoke embarrassedly under her breath.“I umm. I was touching mysel...f daddy.” she stayed quiet looking away. There is nothing wrong with one wanting to please himself or herself. I looked at her and gave her the look that it is alright. “listen, baby, if you're feeling bad about it don't. You are a teenager. That's normal so don't worry about it.” she looks at me and smiles relieved. I was still wondering why she even. I got down from the compartment and helped lug her suitcase and a couple of small bags on to the compartment. She was seething with anger and was taking out on the elderly couple. I realized that they were her parents and they had come to put her on the Madras Mail so that she could take a connecting train to Bangalore and join her husband. The guy who had booked the tickets told her that the ticket that was waitlisted would be confirmed and when she reached the station her ticket continued to. One in particular came to mind: Debbie Jacobs. They’d been pals years ago, despite the constant presence of Debbie’s kid brother and all-around monster, Ethan Jacobs. Ethan had always been cute in his way, but he was a pest. When you’re fourteen, you for sure don’t want a snotty-nosed little chump tagging along. She and Debbie were at the age where they had the hots for boys and any X-rated film they could sneak in to. That ended when Debbie’s mother went to work in the ER of Hermann Memorial. You couldn’t help yourself, Alexis was a woman that men drooled over and other women found it easy to dislike. It simply appeared she had no physical flaws what so ever.“Cindy, you trying to cut in on me?” Alexis laughed at the petite brunette.“I didn’t realize you had dibs on him yet, Alex.” the girl giggled back.“I don’t, he is fair game, but just so you know, I might be in the hunt.” Alexis replied.I’m not sure why, but suddenly I felt very uncomfortable being referred to as the new prey of.