I commuted by train for several years and enjoyed the many (although rare) sightings I had, especially on late night rides. One of the best was a professionally dressed (dark blue skirt and jacket, light blue blouse) brunette of about 30, whose desperation was palpable. I was seated with a perfect view of her, far enough away so that she didn't notice me watching her over my newspaper. We were the only 2 people in the car and had both run to catch the train. I was tired from a very long workday but as I started to read my paper I glanced up and caught a glimpse of black pantyhose over brig
