We were cheek by jowl in the train. I looked down at the screen inches from my face, the phone held by a pretty, chunky thirty-something woman with no rings on her fingers. “… her pussy….” was all I saw before she turned to the next page. I looked away, and, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw the simulated flipping of the page back on the screen.
I turned my body so my back was to her, and gave her the privacy she craved.