My lover and I were on a train ride. It was dark and we were halfway out of France and headed straight to Italy.
“I biglietti del treno, per favore,” said the train worker.
We sat up and held out our tickets. The sooner we got this done, the sooner we could relax.
Other people on the train were asleep, or pretending to be. I liked it that way. Granted, I had something on my mind.
“Grazie," he said as he handed our tickets back to us. “Fai un buon viaggio.”
My lover put away the tickets and then glanced at me. I knew what that meant.
Once the train worker moved away from us, my lady friend and I got up. We opened the door that separated the train cars and we passed through and into the next car.
It was dark, in the middle of the night, and the only sound was the show rumble of the train tracks.
The restroom door showed vacant. We looked around and then both of us went inside. I quickly locked the door so that the occupied sign would show on the other side.
“I want you," she said as she moved close to me and wrapped her arms around me.
I moved my hands inside her blouse and touched her chest.
“We don’t have much time," she said. " But don’t rush.”
We were in Europe and we didn’t think twice about what we were doing. After all, everyone was asleep.
She unbuckled my pants and I pulled down hers.
“Say something romantic to me," she said.
“Mon amour, tu es si merveilleux. Je veux t’embrasser.”
She was ready for me and moved her body to the right position. Soon we were making love on the midnight train from Paris to Milan.