I hopped on the train. She was sitting in a lone seat near the door, still clearly frightened. I stood across from her and grabbed a hand-hold. The damage was done: she already thought she was crazy. I'd have some more fun with her before I left.
After a few stops, the girl stood up and got off the train. I followed her off the train, out of the station, and all the way to a cozy apartment near a local university.
She tossed her bag and headed for the kitchen. I looked over some of her magazines while she rummaged around for a glass. On top of the stack was a women's sex magazine, the cover advertising an article about "Sexy Lingerie Tips to Drive Your Man Wild." Curious, I flipped over the magazine and checked the address on the back. "Laura Klein."
I looked up. Laura poured herself a shot of vodka and drank it immediately. Then another. Then another. She stood there, staring into space. After what seemed like forever, she shook her head, set the glass down, and left the kitchen. I followed her into her bedroom, where she collapsed, apparently intending to fall asleep in her clothes.