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The Night Train. (A Fictional Story) © Copyright 2011 - Angela Browning Angela needed to take a break and was going to stay with her sister for a while. She worked too hard and played too hard. Just for fun she decided to take the Night Train instead of flying. The romance of a train and a good nights sleep in a moving rocking bed sounded like heaven. The trip would bring back memories. The nice part was that she was due to arrive fresh and early at sun rise the next day. People seem nicer on the Night Train. They were taking a journey together through the countryside in the darkness. The Night Train was less crowded. This one was almost empty. There was a good feeling of space and the background of train rhythms were soothing. The scene through the window was of open countryside. The occasional house faced the road and the train went past their gardens. Angela could see junked cars, kid's toys and vegetable gardens. It got dark and soon all she could see were passing lights and the headlights of the cars waiting at the crossings. The dining car was open and Angela went to eat and drink some wine. She needed a break from her hectic life. Time to unwind. She was always in demand. Everyone wanted to be her friend. She was going to spend time where no one would know her. There were a few people in the dining car. One person she already knew. "Hello, stranger," she said warmly. "Hello Angela, long time no see," he replied. "What are the chances of both of us being on the same Night Train to nowhere? Where are you going?" she asked. "To see my folks. Where are you going?" "I'm going to spend a week with my sister and take a break from life." "I guess I get off before you at 4 am. The train will stop just long enough for a few people to get off." "Well, how has it been? What happened to you? We were such good friends." "I guess a busy life took over and we drifted apart," he sounded sheepish. "Come and sit at the bar," said Angela cheerfully. The train rocked and they bumped and he put his arm around her. "You know, we used to be so close," she said. "Yes, we were close," he said wistfully. The Night Train rumbled and a crossing dinged past. "Do you want to see my cabin?" asked Angela, "it's very comfortable." "That sounds good. I have a bottle in my bag. Let's pick it up on the way." They were touching now and as they walked the train rocked. He picked up his bag as he passed his seat. "You were going to sit up all night?" she asked. "You know me, I am still a night person, sleep late, breakfast in the afternoon, you remember." "Yes, I do," said Angela with a faraway look in her eyes. They were touching more and more as the train rocked. "Don't you think the Night Train is romantic?" asked Angela. "Yes there is something strange and unworldly." He looked out the window to avoid her eyes. "Almost as if the rest of the world has forgotten us." "Here's my cabin, isn't it cute?" "Very nice, and I see you have made yourself at home." he said looking at Angela's belongings neatly arranged. Angela sat on the bed and invited him to sit next to her. He sat close. "You know, I miss you and our little love games." "What? The wandering marauder thing? Really?" "Such a manly pastime," said Angela warmly. "Yes, I was wondering..." as she moved closer to him. "You are irresistible," he confessed as he hugged and nuzzled the back of her neck, "if we are going to play games we are going to need some rope for my little victim." "You know me too," Angela shrugged and smiled, "I always have plenty. For emergencies, you know." "You sweet thing, Angela" he hugged her. "You rogue," said Angela beginning the game. The train rumbled and rocked and they embraced and kissed. Angela sat patiently as he tied her wrists together behind her back in that slow methodical way of his. She had asked him once why he took his time, not like most men. He had told her that there was more to enjoy when he went slowly. Tying her up was part of the seduction. He knew it made her feel good. The train rocked gently and clattered over the tracks. He cut the rope with his pocket knife. "Isn't it nice being on a Night Train," she said as he tied her elbows back, "I am sure I will sleep well tonight." The train lurched and as they swayed he steadied her by hugging her breasts from behind. They talked and snuggled as the train rushed on through the night. He remembered old times and he caressed her and she kissed him. The motion of the train was hypnotic as they moved together. The low light made everything seem like a dream. "How do you feel?" he asked as he tied her ankles together. "Wonderfully warm," she purred, "the movement and romance of the Night Train is a wonderful sensation. He tied her knees and she squirmed and playfully struggled. Time had no meaning as they journeyed together through space. "I can see that you are going to give me trouble," he said in his marauding pirate voice. "I am going to have to make you completely helpless before I sample the goods. Are you comfortable?" he asked. "Yes it feels wonderful, snug as ever. I know you are going to rescue me too," said Angela dreamily. "It's not often an innocent woman like me gets captured by so handsome and manly a rogue such as you." "Ah! Your sweet tears will bring ye no mercy lassie!" he blurted and they both laughed. "What kind of accent was that?" asked Angela. "It was just to buy time and distract you from my evil deeds. It'll do you no good to resist," said the villain. She was getting more and more helpless and anticipated her grand finale. He pulled her ankles up and leaned on them heavily as he tied Angela into a tough hogtie. Now she could only rock from side to side on the crisp white sheet. He pulled her to the edge of the bed. "Oh no! Not the special service for pirates!" she said in mock dread. "Oh yes, my little temptress, those lips were made for nothing else." he said with a sneer. He held the bottle so that she could take a swig. "Are you comfortable?" he asked again. The train gave a lurch and seemed to be slowing. There was noise and the conductor was walking up the hallway of the train shouting the name of the stop. "Oh no! It's my station!" he gasped disappointedly. "Where is all my stuff?" He rushed around gathering his belongings. Angela tried to wriggle but couldn't. "You are not going are you?" she pleaded gently. "I must! It's my station! The time just flew by!" "What about me?" she begged. "I know my little vixen, I'm sorry I ran out of time to take care of your needs," he said scrambling for the door. "Let me free," begged Angela. "Have you forgotten the rest of the game?" he asked. "What?" Angela asked wriggling to get a better look at his face. He placed his knife on the bed in front of her. "Here's my pocket knife." The train lurched to a stop. "Remember that you used to thrash around trying to get free and I would leave you with a knife?" he laughed. "Yes, but," stammered Angela. "You know you want it! Lots of luck and love and hope to see you again." He kneeled and kissed her passionately on her lips. Angela's eyes were still closed as she heard the cabin door close and his feet running into the distance. There was a whistle and the train slowly started to leave the station and he was gone. Angela Browning (You can send story suggestions, fiction and artwork to FictionandArtwork @ gmail.com)
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