My brother and I were on the train heading homeward. At the best of times it was a long trip so we tended to carry pads with us. We had chess if we were feeling congenial or a good library if we wanted some self-time. Right now we were trying to play a game of chess.
Might I point out the use of the word trying? It was fairly late at night and the train was very light on for passengers. It happens that way at times. The passengers in our carriage consisted of three; me, my brother, and a pain in the neck of a young lady. That young lady was the reason I said trying, and the word applied to her as well as the chess.
The young lady was antsy and fidgeting. The reason for this was that we were about halfway through our journey when we heard that triple bang that indicates to the driver that there are workmen on the lines ahead. Shortly after that the train came to a complete stop. Then came the announcement stating that there'd been an accident and the train was stuck until the line was clear. They expected it would take about half an hour.
Half an hour wasn't too bad in my opinion as I wasn't going anywhere but home. My brother just shrugged and made a move and the young lady started muttering. I was contemplating my move when she came marching up to see what we were doing. Then she walked away. Looked out the window. Checked to see if the doors would open. (They wouldn't.) Came to look at our game.
"What's wrong with you, girl?" I grouched.
"Nothing's wrong with me," she snapped. "I just want to go home. I'm bored."
My estimate of her age put her in her late teens, possibly twenty. She was nicely dressed, but more along the lines of seeing friends than for work. Have you ever seen a young lady of that age who didn't have a phone with them? Such a creature would be a rare animal.
"So why don't you take out your phone and start playing with it?" I asked. "I'd have thought that would be the first thing you'd do."
"I wasn't expecting a delay. My battery is nearly flat. I was going to charge it up as soon as I got home."
"Well, if you've got your charger in your bag," I said, nodding to her bag which could have held a generator, let alone a charger, "why don't you plug it in and charge it now?"
"We're on a train," she said with a 'der' in her voice. "Do you see a power point anywhere?"
"Ah, we're on an electric train," I pointed out, indicating the overhead lights. "The trains have power points to run cleaning equipment, for a start."
I got up and reached for the panels above the windows. I slid one across, exposing the power point there.
"It works by plugging your charger into those little holes and turning that switch," I helpfully added.
Did she say thank you? She did not. Appalling manners in the younger generation. She did fish her charger and phone out of her bag and plug them in. Now she had another problem. Her charger only had a short cord so it would be awkward in the extreme to actually use the phone while it charged. She left it dangling, giving it nasty looks. For some reason I came in for my share of nasty looks.
I made a masterly move in our chess game, ignoring my brother saying, "Yes, I thought you'd do that," and making an immediate response.
"Look, girl," I grumbled, "you'll have sufficient charge in fifteen minutes to use the phone. Just relax."
"I don't want to relax. I want to use my phone. I want to do something."
"Well, if you really want something to do, take off your panties and come over here. Sam and I will be quite happy to fuck you to fill the time until your phone is working. Right, Sam?"
"Yeah, I'd go along with that," agreed Sam. "You don't often have good ideas but that one's a beauty."
She hurriedly backed away, looking arounds the empty carriage.
"You wouldn't dare," she said, sounding rather nervous.
"Dare what?" I asked. "All I did was offer to fuck you if you care to drop your panties. Obviously if you don't, I won't."
She gave my brother and I another nervous look, her eyes darting to her phone, weighing up whether she should make an emergency call.
I answered my brother's move and this time he just grunted. Now it was his turn to sweat it out. Then I turned my attention to the young lady.
"Make a deal with you," I said affably. "If you care to sit quietly while your phone charges I won't pull down your panties and smack your bottom for bothering me. If you continue to bother me, I will."
"Oh, wait," I said hurriedly when she was about to speak. "The offer of fucking you if you care to drop your panties stands. Up to you of course."
