It is afternoon rush hour in
Toronto. I get on the northbound Yonge
Subway at Eglinton Avenue. All the seats
are taken, but it is not that crowded leaving some room for living between
those of us who are standing.
Across from me, also standing, is a
nice-looking blonde woman. She is wearing a pink parka and blue jeans. She is holding
an almost-full bottle of water upright near her mouth. The cap is on the bottle. She starts running her tongue up and down the
bottle. Then she starts kissing and
sucking the bottle.
I was going to make some smart-ass
comment, but she looked as if she was missing some batteries from her
vibrator. Past experience has taught me
that crazy people do not take kindly to smart-ass comments. I kept my mouth shut.
The women around us pretended not
to notice what was going on. They either
looked in every other direction away from the subway porn star, or they buried
they eyes deep in their books and magazines.
We men did no pretending. When we weren’t watching the performance, we
looked at each other and laughed with our eyes.
The subway porn star only performed
for one stop. She got off at Lawrence Avenue taking her happy water bottle with her.
What would come over a woman to start licking, kissing and sucking a bottle of
water? Was she practicing asking her
boss for a raise?
