(*sound of Maz falling off chair in giggling fit, wishing she'd had the facility of both hands to break her fall).
Nice one, Wayland. You dirty little doughnut. My favourite train-related smut since a pal of mine claimed to have omitted, during a brief encounter with her chap in a train bog, to lock the door, exposing herself mid-flagrante to the bemused travellers standing outside waiting to get off. Which I suppose, technically, she was too.
Luvverly stuff. Keep it... coming?