  I've been meaning to take up bicycle-riding again, to and fro work, that is. At least I could really use the exercise. Meanwhile I take the underground, which means I'm in the office no more than ten to fifteen minutes after leaving home.
Usually the ride is an unadventurous affair, but today was a little different, as the female driver took care of the entertainment, albeit I doubt it was on purpose. She announced the stations in the sexiest conceivable manner, or so she must've thought. I'm convinced now that she was having a fairly intense sexual experience. There was actually a moment there, when I feared for our overall safety, and in honesty I wondered if maybe the poor woman happened to be stark nikkid too. She most certainly sounded it. Well maybe that's just what driving the underground must be like. God only knows what all that in and out of tunnels does to an imaginative mind. Must be the summer. Anyway, it makes you wonder if maybe a change of career is in place, doesn't it? I think I'd better reconsider taking up biking. 
