A Cold Shoulder and Nikita on the Train (Part 3)

Filing and Cold Shoulders

Najla disappeared for her date with lunch to which I only think she made her way into the kitchen and sat down with mum’s home made cooking. Apart from Jana coming over to my table and asking if I had a magazine for her to read at lunch (To which I didn’t have) I spent the whole hour cutting back the filing. Shift by shift the filing is becoming bearable, at least for Margot’s filing.

There was on variance in the rest of my Tuesday, not having much people around my area to chat with as Kelsey was away for the whole day. Speaking of Kelsey, if not noted already, I have a feeling she despises me now. Kelsey doesn’t talk to me as she usually did back in the day and feeling a slight avoidance, I feel that she either thinks I’m a pervert or she’s been told that I’m a pervert by someone.

By the way that Zenia is trying to avoid me also, I feel that the both of them have been dirtying my name. If there is some truth in my words and their ignorance, I feel that Zenia either thought I was trying to chat her up in my conversation on the way to work to which Kelsey toughened up for her friend or Kelsey thought that I’ve looked at her in her desk area one too many times.

It’s true, I do have wandering and curious eyes that may lead them astray to glance at Kelsey’s beautiful legs of a day but I keep it short and sporadic as I do respect her. Rather, I admire the female beauty and therefore, I am complimenting Kelsey each time I glance over at her table. There was one time when our two eyes caught and I sensed something odd in her glance.

Her opened eyes of conjecture bid me believe she was thinking “Did you really do that, are you that kind of person” and obviously, if she was thinking I was a pervert, my looking at her that time around and being spotted didn’t help. Nowadays because of my belief on Kelsey’s feelings, I tend to keep more to myself, sit this one out and see how quiet or talkative Kelsey will be in the next couple of weeks. If words do speak truth, then she does detest me for Zenia’s portrayal, reading me like a cover, creating the enigma inside.

Heading Home With Najla

When the day was concluded, Najla and I headed out together and in the elevator down she noticed some guy to which they both said hello. Immediately, I figured this would be the guy that Najla met at Macdonald’s one day to which they found out both worked at HIH. They shared a couple of words and heading outside, once in the clear I asked Najla “So was that the guy you met at Macdonald’s”. Who else could Najla have known at work that I hadn’t already known.

I down want to sound egotistical but Najla only knows whom I know and if there was anyone else, she’s gloat about it when next she had the chance. This is the only guy that I could remember that worked in HIH and met Najla at lunch so common sense prevailed. Heading to the station and catching the next train through East Hills home, I took a seat on a three seater closest to the aisle.

A Voice Behind Me

Now there was only one interesting attribute to my trip home apart from my being overrun by lethargy but unable to grant myself a proper sleep. Moving my position on the seat as far forward as I could so I could lay the back of my head on the seat, my curiosity rose to attention when hearing a female voice behind me in the aisle. Taking a glance back, in that split second I assumed it to be Nikita but by her voice not being high and cheeky I figured it was someone that resembled Nikita.

Taking another glance back I could have sworn it to be Nikita and as this lady sat down with some guy on the two seater next to us, my prediction was ever so present. When this mysterious lady sat down I thought I heard her mumble some words as if to recognize who I was. Nevertheless, she clouded my mind with further mystery as she sat at the window so that I couldn’t have a clear view.

Judging from her ass which was clearly in my path as she struck to sit down, the firm and perfect roundness had me believing it was her as well as doubtful that such a faultless ass could be hers. The guy that she was sitting with also looked a touch familiar, like a guy that Nikita either got onto at a pub one night to which she knew and liked him or some guy she went out with for a week.

There came a stage where he grabbed her on the thigh and squeezed which raised my brow and another time to which I thought I heard the both of them kiss upon their sitting down. Obviously this sparked interest, to know if it was Nikita who was either going out with this guy or just flirting or being flirted with. The only thing that had me holding back on a complete evidence was the voice I heard from her mouth.

Nikita had a squeaky voice and what I was hearing was a suave, low and demure voice. Hearing no talk between the both of them to her having a cold, the best I could do for my curiosity was to glance over on occasion. Each time I would see her face my assumptions would be infallible but with her voice, I still had that big doubt. It wasn’t until she jumped up to jump off at Ingleburn that I finally realized it was Nikita.

Nikita Gets Off at Ingleburn

Taking a glance in her direction as she jumped up, she looked at me putting on an act as if she initially didn’t see me. “Oh hi, how are you Tony” she stammered and much to my hate, I quickly shed the words “Oh I’m pretty good thanks”. Nikita looked as if she was going to hold back for a second but upon those hastened words of anxiety she chose to walk up the stairs and stand with her man.

Wearing much the same Dotti and Hound Dog clothes as Lyssa would, Nikita looked absolutely stunning in what she wore. Her ass was immaculate, her body stupendous and she had a mean set of boobs on her which hung accordingly. Lyssa, Nikita, Constantine, Sienna, Penelope and Bielka all have the best bodies as most of Lyssa’s friends do at work. Nikita especially was looking hot on the day and if it wasn’t for her voice, I would have been certain it was her.

Either Nikita was putting on a demure voice for her male companion or she had a nasty cold which created a husky voice. I wasn’t sure why Nikita was jumping off at Ingleburn with this guy but I could only have guessed that this is where she was now living. Still uncertain on who the guy is, I’m certain without a doubt that he’s some past fling wanting her company or he’s already going out with her, waiting upon the day he can seize what wealth remains behind those tight clothes of hers.

Anyway, as they were jumping off the train, the guy was feeding on Nikita’s playfulness as they both got into a position to make a run for it outside. When back at Campbelltown Station I jumped off, caught my bus back home and almost immediately after plumping myself down, I wired up the computer and off I went. Now, as the time is 10:00 p.m., my eyes are stinging with tiredness so for once, I’m going to get an early night’s sleep.