It was exciting! She was doing something that was pretty-much illegal. Okay so she had the tacit consent of the lady with the grey hair, but tacit consent was not actual consent, and the woman could still have her charged with sexual assault. Not to mention the fact that there were all sorts of laws about public indecency. She had half expected someone to mutter "Get a room" when she'd grabbed Grey's boobs. It was exhillerating to do something so<i>naughty.</i>That was the only word she could really use to describe it. Naughty. She'd had sex, of course. Before she was diagnosed, it had been fun, fairly exciting and satisfying. Then she got ill, and the doctors told her the diagnosis, gave her the medication that would help put off the inevitable, and everyone around her started treating her like she was made of glass. Sex became meaningless, boring even. The constant asking if she was alright grated, and eventually she had lost it, beaten her girlfriend black and blue, then turned herself in to the police. Nothing had been done about it. Her girlfriend (now ex) had refused to press charges and had been irritatingly sympathetic, but had moved out anyway.<br/><br/>Since then, her sex life had required batteries. Until now. Now, she lay in bed, imagining what she would do to the grey woman in the morning. Her day at work had been fun instead of dull., causing more than one of the divers to comment "Someone got some last night..." She had just smiled mysteriously and refused to say anything. Knowing that by doing so she was just fuelling the speculation, knowing that she was also helping to bring a little bit of fun into the lives of those doing the speculation. Life was too short! So she tried to work out what her next move would be. Would she rub the woman's crotch through her slacks? Open her blouse? Did she dare go that far? Did she dare open the fly on her pants? She didn't know. She would have to wait and see... Her hand explored her crotch but she decided she didn't want to cum. What she wanted was to bring the grey woman to the point of orgasm... then stop! She got herself to that point, quivering on the edge of her climax, and pulled her hand away. She lay there feeling the delicious anticipation slowly fade, and drifted off to sleep, to dream a weird dream that she couldn't remember the next morning.<br/><br/>Wednesday morning it was. Tomorrow she had a doctor's appointment in the morning and so would be catching a later train. She would need to let the grey lady know this. Just for a change, and because she was feeling slutty, she pulled on a red leather mini skirt, red fishnet tights, red court shoes with a medium heel, and a red leather jacket over a plane crimson tee. Not her usual rainbow colours, but still a lot brighter than most others on the train.<br/><br/>She was getting looks as usual, side-long glances as she stood on the platform and the train rolled in. There were seats today, for some reason, but she headed for the usual spot. The seats were filled quickly and the redhead stood with her back to the partition, the door she would exit through against her shoulder as she waited for the train to travel to the next stop. Would the woman be there? Would she get on the same carriage? Would she stand in front of the redhead again? So many unknowns, but they all added to the anticipation. If they didn't happen of course, she would be disappointed. The train rolled into the next station and there on the platform was the same woman, by the same door. Wearing a skirt? So much for that plan... But what was it they said about plans? No plan survives contact with the enemy? Ha ha.<br/><br/>The door opened and she pretended to be looking out of the window at the platform on the other side of the tracks.