Chapter 2 - emergency stop

It was amazing what you could find out about someone, simply by observing them every morning. Most days, the new, sexy girl carried a laptop bag with her, as well as another bag, presumably for her gym stuff; not surprising considering how fit and toned she looked, Logan thought dreamily. Then, some days, when the train wasn’t packed so tightly, the woman would get out her laptop and start typing away. Logan could see the letterhead of a company he had heard of within the City. He squinted his eyes trying to see the name she was signing the letter with. ‘Danielle Harris’, he read with a sigh of pleasure; he had a name at last!

It was a game Logan would play each morning, being the detective, trying to catch as many clues as he could; not that any of them would ever serve any purpose. Besides everything, the girl was wearing a wedding ring, leaving her thoroughly out of bounds. But Logan would still sit up a little taller each morning as they pulled into Woking, eager to see his favourite UK crush. But what else was there to do on a boring British commute each day?

Danielle’s face looked so kind, with bright, smiling eyes, even on a miserable Monday morning. Logan began to imagine a personality for her and concocted an entire life and backstory for her in his own head. It certainly helped to pass the time.

It was the Spring when Logan noticed it for the first time. He had been travelling on this train for seven months now and for the last few of those, sexy Danielle had been wearing a long, thick winter coat that went down to her knees. However, the end of March had brought about the first unseasonably warm spell of the year, and Danielle arrived at Woking station dressed simply in a tight, white blouse and fitted skirt. Looking out for her that day, Logan almost did a double take, staring, quite obviously as the woman came inside their usual carriage, which pulled up about three-quarters of the way down the platform each morning. Gorgeous Danielle seemed to be carrying a few extra pounds, he realised with a slight thrill. It was clear from the tight fit of Danielle’s skirt that there was a little extra padding to her sexy rear. But also in her blouse, the flat stomach was showing signs of strain, replaced by a slight pushing out of additional fat. Her chest too, seemed to be blossoming and straining against the buttons! Logan could not believe it, sneaking little glances of Danielle whenever he could get away with it. How had he not noticed? Now that he was looking properly, he could even see it in the girl’s face: a small and slight puddle of fat beginning under the chin.

Was it possible? Could this sexy girl be getting even cuter?