the wheel and the willy

he was sitting next to me in the train. He had receding hair and was wearing a traincoat. I rubbed my willy with my thumb and he looked at me. He looked at me and my willy and the thumb. I rubbed my willy again. Then the light went of. When it turned on he was rubbing his willy in the dark. I stared at him. His thumb was swollen and bloody. Bloody thumb. I got off the train. He followed. He wanted to let me go first, ladies first, but I stared ahead. Then I lost him in the crowd.