Ptactice makes perfect


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It is a three hour journey by train to Shrewsbury. Most passengers see to prefer to sit at tables. There’s more leg-room for one thing, and somewhere to spread a book or newspaper, or to put tea and sandwiches when the trolley comes round. The downside is you never know what grotesque couple is going to sit opposite you to bore you with tales of their holiday triumphs or disasters. Emma and I prefer the comparative privacy of the aircraft-type seats, despite the limited leg-room. There we can hold hands, whisper sweet nothings, exchange kisses in splendid (if only imagined) isolation. On this occasion, Emma introduced a new diversion - “masturbating” my thumb suggestively. Much later, when Emma was preparing for dinner in the hotel, I sent her a text: “I hope your practice on the train pays off.” It did, by the way.

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