She can sense, across the tension-filled empty seat between them, that he wants to make her come, even though she does not know him, has only met him chatting at the bus stop, bored, waiting to board, subconsciously waiting to be boarded, but she is very sure, can picture herself in disarray, hair still pulled back, glasses still on, top yanked down to free her dark breasts to his pale goateed face, his hand between her legs rubbing her hard through her pants no, down her pants, and then the pants off, the top, jacket, and glasses still on, on her back on her couch, partially propped up against the arm as he fucks her for all he's worth, and so when she sees the old man start to get on the bus, knowing she must not leave the empty seat between them, lest the old man break the tension, she reaches across the empty seat, grabs her new friend around the shoulder and pulls him to her.