Aunt Sheen asked me if I would like to come with her to Mumbai as she wanted to be there for her daughter’s birthday. She had planned to take a flight but the flights seemed to be full for the coming weekend. As it was her daughter’s birthday and her son had already planned an amazing treat for Dee indian at Mumbai it was important for Aunt Sheen to reach before Monday. So, as she was not used to traveling alone by train, she figured I could accompany her and stay a couple of days before returning home. Aunt Sheen had not been able to get flight tickets to Mumbai but was lucky to get a seat on a return flight from Mumbai on Sunday. Having a chance to travel out of town for any reason was good enough for me. And I figured I could also fuck Dee at her brother’s place in Mumbai when I get a chance. So we were set to leave for Mumbai on an 11 o’clock train in the morning. Tantalizing Train Ride to Mumbai My folks had no problems with me going for a weekend trip. I packed my bags, and as planned, we took a cab and reached the train station, a bit past 10:30 on Friday morning. I was excited as Aunt Sheen led me to the first class cars on the train. These had cabins, instead of simple seats, as was the norm for the conventional train cars that traveled over long distances. The cabins had four bunk beds, with the upper ones extendable to allow passengers to store their luggage if they need. I was surprised to see that the plush berths were way better than the normal berths in the lower class cars. These private cars had seating/sleeping arrangements for 4 passengers per cabin. Aunt Sheen had booked 2 seats and I was curious to know who would be our co-passengers. There was still 5 minutes left for the train to leave the station and Aunt Sheen told me to store the luggage under our seats, which were on the right hand side of the cabin. Aunt Sheen told me she wanted to use the rest room at the end of the narrow alley which ran parallel to all the other cabins in the train car. I had stored my back pack and Aunt Sheen’s large flight bag under the seats and was busy connecting the headphones to my mobile to listen to music. It was then that a harried old lady entered the cabin. We lay on the dirty mattress. It was incredible. Not even Astrid. Sam cheered. “Who hasn't thought of that? Sylvia. I indian was embarrassed but she said I shouldn't be. I knew I was going to be exhausted long before she was. There was something... off about the hallway beyond it. “We don't need to watch you pee! She was trembling and shaking, staying where she was, on hands and knees. No one could think of anything that could be fun and we could get away with without being arrested.