Continue On Saturdays

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:

The center isle of the train was filled with people standing elbow to elbow. The man in front of me smelt of cigarettes and roasted chicken. Individually that would have been alright but every few minutes it would mix with wafts of cheap perfume from who knows where. The man in a black suit to my right kept touching my arse with the back of his hand. Accidentally? I hoped so, but it made me glad I had decided against the short skirt. Fifteen more minutes and I would…