He looked like he was trying to say something- trying to beg, maybe.Renee lost sight of him as more men swarmed around.Claude unexpectedly stood, lift...ing her painfully into the air with him, his fingers still in her.He turned to the man next to him, a man Renee hadn't even noticed.The man had obviously noticed her.One of his hands was under the tablecloth, and both of his eyes were watching Claude's hand, the one that disappeared under her dress."I'm using her upstairs," Claude said roughly.. You replace your mouth with your fingers and I suck each of them into my mouth it’s an un-deliberate representation of my hunger for you and I know it’s driving you wild too.“Please” I beg again and I’m really begging for lots of things including your heart.Your hand slides beneath the duvet and my heart quickens, you find my hand and guide our fingers to the centre of my need. Your gasp isn’t repressed as you find my wetness and it reveals that you’ve driven me totally crazy.I moan out load. So a person called me from the seat adjacent to the door. He was a bit old, around 45 to 50 years of old. He was in traditional white dhoti and shirt.I sat beside him because there was no other seat available in men’s side. The conductor came to us. We took our respective tickets. It assured me to know that he is going to get down before me.He initiated a conversation. He just introduced himself and asked about me. I introduced myself. I always have my bag with me and it was on my lap when we. It's notworth it. Believe me, it isn't worth it. It'll only hurt yourtransition."Sighing, she explained, "I'm transgender as well. I came out two yearsago when my friends made me see that I've been a girl my whole life butnever noticed that I'm a girl because of things happening in my lifethat I couldn't control. I'm sure you understand, you don't just dresslike that and style your hair that way without deep feelings dating backyears. You look great as a girl, why hurt yourself when you are.