She slipped her hand inside, wrapping her trembling fingers around the girth of its gargantuan spine. She eased the book slowly out of her bag and felt that familiar throb of excitement. To read such smut in a public space felt wrong, but the temptation was just too much. She fingered through the lust-licked pages, searching for the spot that last made her quiver. The eyes of her fellow travellers judging her. But their judgement felt good. Their judgement felt like a wet whip lashing her deliciously bruised pride. She was here again. Travelling in 'Fifty Shames Of Grey.'
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