This evening, if they are married, they will make love to their wives and think of me, I am sure. But here, they pretend they saw nothing. When I get off the train, they will make out my silhouette on the platform, undressing me through the windows of the train. So, get off. There is nothing to do with them.
None have the courage to do what the man just did, even if they often imagine that.
And if they reprove, then they should have protested. Capable of nothing, I tell you. What a marvel, this little metro trip. I feel a little sperm sliding gently between my legs. Incomparable memories of the extraordinary climax that I had.