”Miss!” Jenna jumped at the sound of a deep voice. She opened her eyes and saw the conductor standing a few feet away: A tall, black man dressed in a gray uniform. Startled, it took her a while to realize that she had her fingers down her jeans. ”I…” she stuttered, pulling her fingers from her cunt and wiping the wetness off on her jeans. ”I’m terribly sorry. I…” ”No,” the conductor said. ”Don’t stop.”