The dining car was full but Michelle found a table in the corner. She watched the crowd swell around the bar.

“What’s going on at the bar?” she asked a waiter.

“It’s some Valentine party thing. Most of the people over there are pretty wasted,” he replied, and left to help another customer.

She felt out of place, but mostly, she felt lonely. For a moment, she remembered Keith. At least when he was with her she wasn’t alone. She then remembered the way he made her feel cheap, took advantage of her and didn’t show her any respect. She sighed, not hungry anymore, and motioned to the waiter for a check.

Michelle became shy when in unfamiliar surroundings, and the little party at the bar looked like fun. The people were all drinking and dressed like Cupid. All the couples kissing and laughing made her heart ache. Tomorrow was going to be a depressing Valentine’s Day. Maybe I should go join the crowd, she thought. She wanted to join the party, but it was late. Loneliness made her sad, so she left and headed back to her compartment.

She ran her keycard through the lock, not noticing the door being slightly open. Walking in, she jumped back.

“WHO THE FUC…!” she yelled when seeing a man lying on her bed. He was wearing only a bed sheet. She remembered the bar. A few guys were wearing something similar. This must be a cupid outfit or something.

“Oh, great. I get a drunk in my room the first night!”

She poked him and he mumbled, “I’m up, Mom, I’m up, just five more minutes.” Then he started snoring again. What a way to start her trip.

She refused to try to fight the guy or have him thrown out. His large frame spread across the small bed against the wall. His feet hung off the edge. She noticed his two different sandals and different colored socks. One sock had a very fluffy cat on it and the other had a picture of a whip on it.

Her room was small. There was the small bed and a nice, red-cushioned chair in front of the window for sightseeing. She stepped into the tiny bathroom. All she wore was panties and a silk nightshirt that tied in front. She pulled a pillow and blanket from the small closet.

It was a beautiful night and the chair by the window seemed a nice place to sit and reflect until the deadbeat woke up. She felt safer in the chair anyway. Even if he woke up, she could kick him in the nuts if he tried anything. Outside, the dark scenery floated by like a dream. The soothing rhythm of the train gliding over the tracks helped Michelle drift off to sleep.

Her mind dreamed of better times. Romantic interludes, feelings of undying passions, the caress of a lover’s touch, and some strange dream about a bearded zookeeper, a boa constrictor and a koala bear. She was no longer trapped in the reality she left behind. She was now free to explore things. There was a great big world out there for her to find. Firstly, she needed to find the one person that had become lost in her younger years. The person so full of fun and was in total control of everything.

She needed to find herself again.

She awoke to a thump when her head bounced against the window while the train crossed a bridge. Glancing over to the bed, she saw the drunken man sprawled on his back. The light shone in from the occasional outside train lamps. They illuminated the bed with a deep yellow glimmer.

The man needed a shave but appeared like he kept himself in good shape. Tall and lean, he was actually very good-looking. He wore a nice Rolex watch and no wedding ring. That was a relief to Michelle. She’d hate to be found in her room with a married man. The local newspapers would have a field day.

The sheet slid up his torso and she saw he wasn’t wearing anything under it. Michelle giggled, peeking under the sheet from the window seat. She tried to get a better look by leaning forward. Gently lifting the sheet, she saw a patch of black, curly hair and a long lump of flesh. The train bumped and she jerked her hand back, afraid of getting caught. The man rolled a little and she saw his cock fall along his thigh. He was well endowed and the fire within her began to warm at the sight of his shaft. She looked away and grinned wide. Licking her lips to moisten them, she debated on what to do.

A devilish little voice popped up in her head. Don’t be stupid, make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you. Take a closer look! That was at least ten inches long. Come on, don’t be a chicken.

Her rational voice replied, It’s not ladylike to look at a man’s privates. Did you say ten inches? You should cover his penis and go back to sleep.

Michelle never listened to the rational voice much.