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By (user no longer on site) OP 29 weeks ago
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"The next stop is Earlsfield.
Train is stopping at Earlsfield, Wimbledon, Surbiton....."
Peter shuffled down the carriage of the train as it left Clapham Junction.
It was after 10 o'clock in the evening and, whilst the train wasn't full, finding the right spot for the journey home wasn't straight-forward.
He'd had a drink in the pub near the office as was the routine on a Thursday night.
Nothing crazy, just a catch-up and wind down after the another long week.
Peter was in his early 50's, a senior executive in a Central London Property company and had thrown his credit card...well, his company credit card.... behind the bar and invited the 6 or 7 collegues in his team to have a few pints and some finger food.
Most of the team would be working from home tomorrow morning, so he'd scheduled a conference call at 9.30am, as he did every Friday, to get set for the week ahead, tie up any issues before the weekend, and make sure everyone was up and working..!
Peter adjusted his laptop bag and brushed his suit jacket as he searched for a space.
The large Asian-looking man already snoring, his body billowing over the seat alongside him was not tempting.
Further into the carriage, a man in Snickers work trousers was listening to music and drinking a can of lager. Again, not tempting.
Slightly further in he saw a slim woman, similar in age, sitting cross-legged by a window. Lifting the lap-top bag onto the shelf above her head, Peter smoothed a crease in his suit jacket and sat down, smiling as he did so.
The lady smiled back.
She looked to be in her late 40's or early 50's, slim and attractive. There was a feint smell of cigarettes mixed with a nice perfume...Yves Saint Lauren? Armani, perhaps?....
Peter sat down and settled in for the regular commute back to Surrey. |
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