Harmon Express Arrives at Nine a.m.  Part 1 (rough draft)

  Just after dusk, nightfall shadows the horizon and darken the hillside the train was passing by.  Lights twinkle from within the cabins as the landscape grows more bleak.
"The time is ten to six, sir." The conductor said to one of the passengers in coach.
"Thank you, when will the dining cart close?"  The passenger asked.
"At ten p.m., sir."  The conductor replied.
"Good, I have plenty of time."  The passenger nodded his approval to the conductor.  The conductor slightly bowed his head, then he went back to his business.  The passenger looked out the window and watched pale stars break through the misty blue sky.
  He grabbed his hat from the seat next to his and looked around.  Without any notice he got up and walked out of the back of the cabin.  As he walked through the berths and bedroom cabins car, he began searching in his pockets and then pulled out a pack of unfiltered cigarettes.  He went to the far end window and opened it, took a deep breath, held it for a second, then he released his tension.  He pulled a cigarette out the pack and popped it in his mouth, the lighter flashed bright light at the end of the car and then you only saw the small red end of the lit cigarette when the flame was put out.  He took a long and hard drag off his fag, and on inhale a devilish smile stretched across his face.
'Just a few more minutes now,'  he thought to himself, 'just a few more minutes.'
  The first class car was filled with smoke from a gentleman's cigar and the rest of the air was filled with tittle tat and gossip from the ladies in front of the car.  There was one woman sitting alone at the other end, she was listening to the endless chitter and was annoyed.  Her fingers gently tapped the clasp of her handbag and she rolled her eyes to the non-stop twitter.  The woman then glanced at her timepiece, 'Five to six,' she thought.  The woman of her thirties looked towards the flock of ladies in the front, 'They're not looking,' she thought, 'too busy clucking like hens.'  She giggled a little to herself, then left the car as the haggle of laughter filled the room more than the gentleman's cuban.  She walked through the cars and past by passengers with her collar pulled up and her head tilted so her hat can conceal her face.  No one really noticed, it was nighttime and everyone was looking at the city lights cluster about the land as the train passed by.
  He stood at the end of the car still smoking his cigarette out the open window, his dark brown hair flipping about from the wind.  He took one last drag off his spent cigarette, then flicked it out the window, he watched the red hue of the lit end make a long arch then fall to the ground.  He closed the window and the car became silent, except the sound of his brown leather jacket rubbing against itself.  He ran his hand back through his hair to smooth it out, then the door opened in the front of the car.
  The very moment the door opened, the interior corridor lights flickered on and revealed a lady in a black fur collar coat with a black brim hat discreetly hiding her face.  The man at the other end looked upon her with his brown eyes wide, he could barely see the soft golden ringlets of hair dangle beneath the velvet brim.  She stepped into the car and closed the door, she lifted her gaze and set her green eyes upon him.  He stood there almost breathless as their eyes met, she relaxed her shoulders holding up her collar and smiled at the man.  Within seconds, this weightless feeling inside him faded and he walked towards her, she in turn began running to him.  Their bodies met in the middle, he grabbed her up and held her and she embraced him.  She passionately kissed him and he tightened his hold on her voluptuous body.
  Reality clicked and aware of their surroundings, he released her and looked around, she pulled her collar up again.  He put his arm around her as though to help conceal her, and then he led her to one of the bedroom compartments.  He closed and locked the door, she pulled the bed down and threw her jacket on the chair, then they embraced again, feeling the other's body.  In the small dark moonlit room, she began pulling at his suspenders while he was unbuttoning her blouse, as soon as most of their clothes were off, he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him, and he laid with her upon the bed.  The open window flahes light from the passing lightposts on their naked bodies as their lust deepens and then blends together.