Stranger from a Tram - Part Two.
“Yes, Honey, I mean it. Now come back to bed. Besides, your clothes won't be dry yet.” After several minutes of tender contact, the girl pulled gently away and smiled. “I know it was you,” she said. The woman blushed as bright as her flame-red hair. “I didn't stop using the tram because of you,” she continued. “It was the men. Almost every day a man would grope me and as much as I have nothing against men, I have slept with a few after all, I don't want them treating me like their own property. Someone to b...