It was nine in the morning and the train was still rocking gently as it moved along the
tracks swiftly when she opened her blue-green eyes to the dim light squeezing through a
crack in the blinds.  There was a rapping on the thin door to her private cabin that she
had boarded in Frederikshavn in Denmark, the day before.  Standing up, the undressed and
very pale middle-aged woman covered in freckles reached for her bath robe and glided into
her soft shear-ling slippers.  “Just a moment please, I will be right there,” she said in
her soft and undulating voice that sounded very much like how she looked.
 
With her warm quilted silk robe firmly tied shut around her narrow waist, she pulled the
blinds open with one hand and stepped lightly toward the narrow door.  Turning the bolt
quietly, Bugsy peeked out at the smartly dressed attendant in her clean and pressed blue
suit and bright white blouse accented with her scarf and small hat bearing the same
insignia of the rail company that was embroidered into the cuffs and collar of her suit
jacket.  Her dark brown hair was in a chignon behind the brimless hat with a long hair pin
with a white porcelain bulb at its end that bore the same mark and contrasted strongly
with her silky hair.  The thinly built attendant informed Madam Graves that the train
would be arriving in Paris in approximately one hour in her sharp and girlish voice
smothered with her thick Portuguese accent. 
 
After delivering her anticipated message, Inez asked if she could please come in for just
a moment.  Bugsy, who had a good sense for when she came across a person that was to her
benefit, invited the attendant in.  Inez took her peaked working cap off as she entered
the fully opened door into the small sleeper cabin.  With the cabin door shut, Bugsy put
her arms around the pretty dark haired girl and asked her what it was that she wanted as
Bugsy stroked Inez’s thin neck, slim shoulders, arching back, and full curvy bottom that
she had enjoyed the night before.  “I want to do it again, to have that experience again,
to be in that place with you another time, like it was last night; can I buy some of
the…the….”  Bugs kissed her tenderly once again like she had the night before while
looking intensely into her deep brown eyes flecked with a golden glimmer.  


Standing on the curb out side the station, Bugsy narrowed her eyes and checked her wrist
watch for effect before hailing a taxi. It was half past ten and she was growing hungry
having skipped breakfast on the train.  She told the driver to take her to Meudon, and to
drop her at the Bistro de Collette near the centre.  To the driver’s surprise, the
attractive client took the passenger seat beside him and immediately began to molest him
while he drove.  The taxi driver made weak protests to her molesting hand, but he was too
busy overcoming the distraction concentrating on his driving to be forceful about his
objections.  

Three quarters of an hour later, they pulled off the road into an alley way were he said
he could not go on driving with her attentions focussed on his unexpectedly exposed flesh.
 Bugsy knew what she wanted and became even more forceful with her molestations. His shirt
was partly opened now exposing his pale and finely haired chest.  Bugsy completed exposing
his generative organ by opening his trouser completely and pushing it down past his hip.
  
Fondling and caressing the driver, Bugsy continued kissing him fervently.  Taking a brief
intermission from her aroused interest, Bugsy waved one of her hands with an odd waving
gesture while still firmly gripping the sticky male protuberance in the other.  Bugsy had
been sensing the driver was increasingly anxious about being seen by a member of the
public.  The driver feared that a passer-by might report him molesting a passenger even if
it had been the passenger who initiated the congress.  In a few moments the anxiety had
drained out of the driver and the parked taxi had gradually vanished from view like
dissipating fog.

Thirty minutes later the taxi emerged from the alley with a satisfied driver and
passenger.  Not long after they had rejoined the flow of traffic, the once more visible
taxi pulled up in front of the Bistro where she had been destined.  The driver gave Bugsy
two hundred Euros and drove off with twenty five grams of pink pearls to enjoy later with
his young wife of his second marriage.  That was why Bugsy only travelled with her dresses
and never wore panties under her petticoat.  She was an infertile Fairy that had been
punished by the Fairy King Rowan for her magical naughtiness by being turned into a
sterile of a sort, though her magical nature as a Fairy could not be broken.  To avoid
further punishments, she had taken up travelling constantly to evade Rowan.