The movement of the train threw us together again and our bodies seemed alive with energy.
“But how?” I said, astonished that 30 had a key to the very thing that stood between us.
“Later,” she said reaching down and unlocking the device between her legs. It’s components clattered to the floor.
“I only have the key for mine,” she said.
I felt a moment of disappointment but not before 30’s hand came up to my chest, pushed me down on the seat behind me and pressed against me.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “You’re going to love it anyway!”