Chapter Five - Solitude Derailed
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This is Chapter Five of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:
Father: Dick Treyshun
Mother: Cassi Fallopia
(Second marriage for each.)
Son (his): Rod Treyshun
Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia
Bethany Chaudri: Penny's best friend, hot for Rod
Sandy: Cassi's best friend
In Chapter Four, Penny decides to seduce her father after learning that good old Dad Dick fucked her best friend Bethany. Dick's wife Cassi sees a shrink and decides to visit her folks downstate, traveling via Amtrak. In the middle of Cassi's discussion with Dick, Penny fakes being terrorized by a spider in the shower and shows off her body as phase one of seducing him. Just as phase two, slipping off her robe, gets under way, Bethany shows up, having been kicked out by her parents. Penny and Bethany play around a bit, take Dick's credit card, and go shopping.
Sandy returns after dropping Cassi off, to chastise Dick's behavior. She learns that Cassi fucked her son Rod several times. Dick tries to get Sandy horny so she'll go home and fuck her husband Arthur. However, she misinterprets Cassi's instructions to "take care of Dick's needs" by offering herself as a sex partner. Sandy proves to be only mildly competent but willing to learn, so Dick coaches her and gets sexually satisfied.
So what happened to Cassi, after she left for downstate? This chapter turns its attention to her.
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In honor of the anniversary of the Steve Goodman song "City of New Orleans," Amtrak added one Superliner Roomette coach to each of its trains originating from Goodman's hometown, Chicago. Cassi treated herself and booked a semi-private. In the best case with low traffic, she'd have it to herself. In the worst case, she'd have another woman to commiserate with, perhaps in a less formal way than she had with Dr. Fine. Roomettes had two sleeping bunks, so passengers would need to be of the same gender.
A pleasant conductor assisted Cassi with her suitcase after he checked her ticket, lifting it up to her after she climbed the steps into the car. The hallway was narrow, and several times Cassi had to plaster herself against the side to allow others to pass. Finally, she reached number eleven. She opened the closed door and thrust the suitcase in first before entering. The picture window showed the side of another train, with dimly lit silhouetted passengers. In her compartment, sitting on the padded seat that converted into half of the lower bunk bed platforms was a man.
"Hello?" Cassi leaned forward, careful not to startle him. His head was down, as if asleep or in some deep meditation. Cassi stepped closer. "Hello? Excuse me, but this is my room."
He lifted his head. His eyes were red and puffy. "Okay. I guess we're sharing."
Cassi was confused. How could they both have this roomette? "By the rules, I'm supposed to have a female companion."
He contemplated her words, then sprung from the seat and threw up his hands. "Oh no! Not again."
Had this guy gotten paired up on previous train rides? Cassi peeked out into the hallway. She asked a passenger who was walking by, "Could you please find a conductor? There's been some kind of -"
The passer-by nodded and grunted.
Cassi stood in the doorway, alternatively watching for a conductor and peeking at the young man. His body returned to the seat and his head returned to its facedown attitude. His pinstriped slacks didn't match his rugby polo shirt.
The kindly conductor who'd hefted Cassi's bags interrupted her mental fashion critique. "What's the problem?"
"There must be some mistake. There's a man in my roomette." Cassi handed him her ticket. The young man revived, leaned over and handed Cassi his.
The conductor eyed both slips. "Hmm. You've got 11A. And he's got 11B. Tammy McHale."
The young man stood, as if hoisted by a marionette master. "It's Tamini, not Tammy. Why do people always get that wrong?"
His voice was a whine, not at all pleasant to Cassi's ear. She'd never heard the name 'Tamini' before.
"Tammy, Timpani, makes no difference." The conductor handed Cassi both slips. "You'll be sharing this space. It's a short trip, not like an overnighter."
Sharing confined quarters with a man for over four hours was precisely what she didn't need. Cassi tried to plead her case. "But-"
"The train is full up. Not a seat available. Make a new friend, ma'am. Have a nice trip, folks." The conductor walked away.
Cassi opened a small closet and forced her suitcase inside, on end. Towels and linens were stacked neatly on a top shelf. Tamini, gasping for air, grabbed Cassi's attention. He grabbed an inhaler from his backpack and took a gulp. His wheezing trailed off as he huddled into a ball in the corner of the furthest reclining seat next to the window. Cassi stayed near the door and gave him plenty of room. "Are you okay?"
"I know why you don't want to share this compartment." He lifted his head and stared at her. "It's me."
He was right, because he was a 'he'. "No, not at all." Cassi raised her arms. "I just wanted some privacy, and-"
"And I'm not wanted. I get it." Tam dabbed at his eyes with a handkerchief he whipped from his pants pocket.