I used to access the Green Line at Lechmere (where the train turned around) - so it was completely empty, allowing all passengers a seat. I always used earbuds, iPod and a good book to pass the time - - - always exited at Copley (worked at Berklee above Trader Joe's) to avoid having to take a specific train after the split . . .
It was a hot summer day - and by Park street the car was packed. I was concentrating on my book, and failed to notice a fine young woman standing directly in front of me - arms up stretched holding the bars above - - - cut offs, tube top, bandana, leather jewelry - - - her crotch directly in front of my face. As I 'noticed', the car suddenly came to a screeching halt (hobo on the tracks) - - - my face thrust forward into her quim, as I dropped my book. She smiled and we both laughed - - - then I noticed the guitar strapped to her back - - - she was a student at Berklee !!! We saw each other several times at school after that - - - she called me "Green Line" - - - lol . . .
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