Back in the late 70's I used to ride the Orange Line to work. I would get on at Dudley Station to Washington St.There was this young woman who rode every day also, she got on at one of the previous stops and like me she was a "strap hanger". We always exchanged greatings and small talk. One day on a very crowed train she told me she was moving to N.Y. citty and that Friday would be her last ride. I was sad because I liked her and my day went by faster. Friday came and she was there as always, and she looked very hot that day. As we were going she sort of got me excited (motion of the train) Well she looked at me smiled and helped ease the situation right there on the train between Northampton amd Essex. I really was taken by that. When the train got to Washington she gave me a big kiss and thanked me for the company in the mornings. She melted into the crowed and that was the last I saw of her. Still dream of that day.