He said, I will try to reduce your fever. His muscular shoulder was pressing against my fatty shoulder. He got me in a spot - inbetween the window and himself. Everyone else seemed to be sleeping and the light from the windows was dim as it was so early in the morning. On the way, his finger nails hit my nipple. He then moved his hand from one chest to another. His hand was rock hard, and I could feel his muscles push against my fat as he leaded over. I am fat and have a bulky, drooping chest. He then gave me a blanket and asked me to put it around my shirt. He saw me and asked what the problem was. There was a middle-aged guy, probably in his 40s, who was also sitting in the lower berth. I was expecting my destination station to be reached at 6:30 AM or so. It was the wee hours like 5 AM when I got up and got down from the berth. I boarded the train, and we whistled off. Though I was asked not to go, I wanted to make the trip because I could enjoy my holidays instead of staying at home, which would be a bore. I had caught fever a day before the journey. My destination station was not the last stop. It was a night train, with the final destination expected to be arrived at in the morning. It was for my holidays, I was doing my college at that time. I was taking a train ride to one of the south Indian cities.
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