At first she'd watch them converse with envy, mentally reliving the wilds of her youth. She'd laugh, and smile, and wish to be in their shoes for a day. Then, ever so slowly, reality would creep back in and she'd turn and walk away, shoving her needs down deep inside.
But now, finally, her shift was done and she was homeward bound.
It was her time now. Nothing would keep her down for in less than thirty minutes she'd be home alone with her new steamy novel and a hot bath. At least that was the plan.
It's funny how a series of little things can shift one's mood so dramatically.
It happened first on the subway. The couple across from her were trying secretly to please each other, running their hands beneath hemlines and waistlines.
Next came the couple in the apartment across the hall f
