Clara sat by the window in the almost empty train carriage. It was late, nearly midnight, and the train was making the long three hour journey back to her hometown from the university. The carriage was dim and quiet. There was only one other person sitting at the far end, an old man reading a newspaper. Clara pulled her thick cardigan tighter around her shoulders and looked out at the dark countryside flying past the window.
She was a shy girl. She was twenty years old but she looked younger. She had long brown hair, big innocent eyes, and a curvy body that she always tried to hide under baggy clothes. She wore a loose wool cardigan, a plain white t-shirt, a long navy skirt that went down to her ankles, and flat shoes. Underneath, she wore plain cotton panties and a basic white bra. She w
