Chapter 1
Here I was, in my cubicle. Staring at the small digital clock sitting comfortably next to my work desktop, willing the minutes into faster motion with my mind. It was nearly 12:53 a.m. and while the 4 cups of coffee I had drank earlier had done miracles to alleviate my drowsiness it had done nothing to downplay the amount of stress and anxiety that I had accumulated during my double shift tonight. Just 7 more minutes of agony then your home free for the weekend, I mentally remind myself, begrudgingly tapping away at the keyboard in front of me on the sales report that my slave driver of a boss needed by tonight. What I wouldn't give to get back at her, I thought as the clock beeped 1 a.m. and I typed a closing summary of the month's sales as neatly as my caffeinated brain could must before clicking the send button and getting up from my desk to finally leave.
It was already 1:14 a.m. by the time that I made it to the train station and the bulk of my fellow passengers were fellow over worked, underappreciated, office working stiffs. I briefly attempt to make small talk with an older man from the crowd but I quickly decide against this as I see this man, as well as pretty much everyone else is this crowd were so burnt out by their respective overtime that any response I could potentially insight would be overly irritable, or possibly even hostile. With my cell phone just barely hanging on at 6% battery I can't even convincingly fake that I have text messages to send. Seeing it as a minor reprieve from my current situation I allow my mind to wander somewhat shamefully to the potential erotic manga I could read before bed this evening. Unfortunately, this stream of consciousness is stopped short by the voice of reason in my head begrudgingly reminding me of the morning shift that I promised Paul from 3 cubicles down the row that I would cover for him while he took a personal day, for the 4th time this month. My dread of tomorrow's shift is thankfully pushed clear to the back of my mind as the brakes of my evening commuter train come to a screeching halt in front of me, with the automatic opening of the doors prompting me and my fellow office working infantry to board the train.
As I board the train I notice one of the strangest sights, a girl in a private high school's uniform sitting in a solitary seat at the very back of the tram car. I scan the tram car quickly and surmise that I'm the only one in the that noticed this mystery girl in the dark corner of the train. Thinking that if I can't have fun once I get home I can at least toy around with this girl during my ride home. Once I arrive at her seat I realize that this girl is quite the catch, at least by my standards; pale white skin with dark brunette that reaches down to about the middle of her back, neatly pressed white summer uniform top with a navy blue knee length skirt, black knee high stockings. Although she was sitting down I could estimate that she was only about 5'1 but weighed around 190 lbs, all of which was pretty evenly distributed giving her about D-cup breasts, a noticeably chubby belly, a cute round face framed perfectly with round lensed glasses, and a not too shabby ass. I briefly mused to myself that if my fellow office drones hadn't been over worked they still probably wouldn't have given this cute vanilla treat second glance, more for me I thought before asking the girl in as disarming of a voice as I could muster, "May I sit here, young lady?", to which she responded with a quick glance and a nod.
Trying to find any small weakness I could use to make the first move I ask her, "What's a girl as young as you doing riding a train this late at night?"
She looks back at me, a look of shock on her face gives away a hint that she really didn't want these issues pressed upon. She stammers out a response in a shrill voice, "I...I'm coming home for the w...weekend, f...father told me to...to...to take the train." She finishes, looking beside herself in sadness.
