Melbourne Train Girl saw the puddle on her way to the supermarket. She had hopped gracefully over it as she crossed the road to buy chocolate, yet on the way back she forgot. As her foot sunk into the ankle deep water she let a tiny swear word slip from her mouth. All the way back to the carpark her right canvas shoe squelched, cold and uncomfortable.

For some reason a wet shoe made Melbourne Train Girl think of the boy she went out with last week.

She called him.

Only to find out if he were free any time during the week.

He was cooking dinner.

"Would you like to come over for tea?"
Melbourne Train Girl didn't even hesitate before answering, "I would love to come over for dinner. What is your address?"

They watched Black Adder and ate. He laughed very loudly and Melbourne Train Girl smiled her lopsided smile.

His Dad was lovely. He had buttered roll after roll and let Melbourne Train Girl try different varieties of his own homemade jam. She had liked the raspberry best.

Two walks and a movie later it was 2am.

He sat on a chair, Melbourne Train Girl facing him, sitting on his lap.

"So, is it sex or sleep?" his eyes were devious and inviting.

"Well..." Melbourne Train Girl said between kisses. "I don't really feel like driving home right now..." She hesitated, her mind hastily remembering the never purchased leg wax and the last resort underwear she had pulled from the bottom of her drawer that morning.

But she really didn't want to drive home.

And he really was lovely, and sexy, and playful...

His bed was icy cold. Slipping with him under the covers was like diving into a pool at the height of winter. Although the exhilaration may not have been completely the fault of mid Autumn's chilly grasp.

As he laughed and childishly blew a raspberry on her stomach, Melbourne Train Girl knew she had made the right choice.