"Hey! Please! I'm not asking for a handout, I'll do whatever you want."
On his way home he always saw this teenage girl.
She made him feel his age as he noted her young, healthy hair and her perfect legs.
Made him think about his wasted youth. They boarded the same train but of course he didn't think to chat her up.
Someone like her and someone like him, no way it could happen.
But not only was she talking to him, the thing she was saying...
"I'll do anything you want," what did that mean?
She had her schoolgirl carry bag. It clicked. She wasn't going home like him.
She was just going somewhere. A runaway.
Any other life situation and she'd be running from him.
Of course he thought it. In this moment he was powerfully aroused. Maybe the power, her sexuality. He liked that she was desperate.
"I'll do whatever you want."
That could only mean one thing.
He took her home. His predictable, boring life could afford a few waves from a stone thrown in the pond. Whatever came next he could handle, was his attitude as he embraced this interesting experience.