Harry Cracker was in most circumstances a peaceful man. He had survived odd situations like years in combat action and "inner city" security assignments and had never really become dissatisfied with his environment. Lately, however, he had become seriously frustrated with the commute from his single person residence into the bustling high rises that signaled economic success for the fortunate job-holders fighting the trend of job-killing cut-backs. He had been forced into the commute scenario by the closure of his own business in the tree-lined streets of the delightfully boring suburbs and the desperate need for funds to sustain his overly large home after the death of his third wife Ethel. They had bought the home a decade ago in hopes that Ethel would be fertile enough for them to continue the Cracker line. Unfortunately, such was not the case and they settled into a happy hedonistic lifestyle absent children and well-stocked with fine wines from the Continent.

The loss of Ethel never really sunk in until just this past week when he noticed he had fallen into the habit of stacking dishes in the sink until it was filled and then clearing everything up with a wine-soaked flurry of activity usually around midnight or shortly thereafter.

The job was not much but the pay was decent and the work colleagues seemed little interested in finding out who Harry Cracker was or what made him tick. That was exactly how he liked it best and he was grateful for the universal dismissal of his presence as an actual person and being identified as just another cog in the line of service-oriented production and far too old for any interesting conversation.

Harry had first married on a dare from his best friend Alfie who told him he needed a bed companion like Louise to keep him on the straight and narrow. When he discovered his Louise was one of Alfie's "Pets" that he kept on a short leash for quickies, the marriage ended well before his nineteenth birthday. He then spent the next thirty years in the Marines where he learned the best policy was to keep "moving on". That choice of marital status ended when he met his "soul-mate" Kimmi at an all-night teahouse hidden deep inside the Ginza and generally not considered a tourist spot or a place to have a fabulous party or lots of fun. In fact, it was sort of a dismal place geared primarily to the art of getting drunk and making a fool of one's self.

Kimmi had been thrown out of her family because she didn't see the wisdom in doing duty for her over-sexed father or either of the pock-marked brothers who treated her like dirt unless they were in a mood for some in-house fun at her expense. The owner of the teahouse took pity on her and told her all she had to do was to smile and make happy and keep the customer's glasses filled at all times.

He didn't try to take her out of her much-loved job but did marry her in a ceremony approved by the unit chaplain using inter-denominational logic to justify his recommendation. Harry was very happy with his second wife because she was the most obedient person he had ever met and she never tried to influence him in any decision he made seemingly happy with whatever he decided as the right choice because he had made it.

Unfortunately, when he returned to the small apartment after a year-long assignment in a neighboring country, she was nowhere to be found and he eventually discovered that her "family" had paid a local gang to dispose of her because she had "shamed" the family by marrying a foreigner. The police seemed totally disinterested in investigating the matter because it was a "private" matter. He was invited to leave the area in no uncertain terms and it was a good ten years before he found his third spouse Ethel at an AA meeting in a strange city.

Ethel was a really frugal person and she had accumulated a small fortune in buying and selling art from all over the world. They bought the house planning a family but that had never happened and things moved at a frantic pace until the day she came home and announced that the doctor had pronounced her riddled with cancer and that it was far too late for an operation or treatment. The end came quickly which was a blessing rather than a burden when all things were considered.

After the business was closed out, he found that the house was free and clear and there was a small amount of funds to pay taxes and keep the house in good maintenance, but that he would have to get a job to make ends meet due to the spiraling cost of living near the big city. He was so desperate that he took the first job offered and that was probably a good decision because jobs these days were few and far between. It meant a long commute but he was subsidized for being over age 55 and was able to purchase a monthly pass that made the job financially feasible. It was a bit of a let-down to find that he was in the same ranking and pay-grade as his thirty years younger co-workers but he was grateful to have gainful employment and the job was a bit dull and not in the least bit stressful.

The only downside to the entire thing was the dreadful commute that consumed close to two hours each way. It was not even possible to read a book or a newspaper because the "rush-hour" crush of commuters meant he would be standing most of the time in deference to the many females in a family way and other commuters less fit than him. The mornings were not too bad because he could find an out of the way corner to stand in and avoid the mass of humanity. It was the after-work mob that bothered him the most.

His job happened to be located in almost the exact center of the city so by the time the evening trains arrived at his station; they were already close to being filled with travelers anxious to get home after a long day's work.

Today was a Friday and Fridays were always the worst day of the week because none of the workers wanted to work late and thusly all arrived at the platform at almost the same time. Harry thought about delaying the inevitable with a quick one in the pub but he had promised his third wife that he would stay out of drinking establishments forever more. Since her departure to her reward, he had confined his intake to limited quantities of wine and never enough to make him drunk.

Hopefully those days of "Wine and Roses" were a thing of the past.

He could tell that this would be a commute to remember because one of the trains had been put out of service because of a brake problem and the platform was far too overcrowded for either sanity or safety. He was in the vanguard of the herd of humanity totally stripped of any "Territorial Imperative" defense mechanism. He was jammed through the doors right behind a young girl who was chewing gum with a frenzy that matched her aggressive pushing to make certain she got onboard the slow-moving train. He did his best to keep his lower body from making contact with her broad backside but the many riders behind him jostled him forward until he was practically at one with the young girl's soft and yielding bottom. She gave him a dirty look over her shoulder still chewing the gum and held onto the hanging strap with a practiced air of nonchalance.

Harry concentrated on anything and everything that was as remote from feminine sensuality as possible even to the point of counting the flowers in his garden and what their specific needs were this particular weekend. It was not of much avail because the girl was wearing the most inappropriate clothing for "asshole to belly button" travel on a mass transit system. It was glaringly apparent to him that the girl was one of those creatures with a high buttock shelf that featured a wide gap between the perfectly matched globes on either side. His somewhat dormant appendage had been forced into the gap by the crush of people behind him and now it was becoming agitated as the train gained speed with accelerating jerks driven by a conductor with little experience. To make matter worse, the devious girl had suddenly become attuned to the rocking motion and seemed most welcoming to his unfurling flag of anal ownership. She was chewing the gum even faster now and he could see beads of sweat forming on her brows and earlobes. The little vixen was shifting from left to right and back again managing to get him in yet deeper into her hidden crack in the press of humankind.

He looked over his shoulder because he was getting a ladies handbag banging between his legs and the arm attached to it was shockingly lodged in his own heated crack as well. Harry was surprised to see a distraught female close to his own age with a huge muscular workman tightly mounted on her petite backside and holding her steady with his two paws as the train rumbled and vibrated under their feet. She was obviously being treated to an inquisitive shaft of undetermined size and was flustered beyond belief by the probing member.

The mature woman was well-dressed and wore delightful glasses that drew attention to her soft hazel eyes that helplessly spoke of her distress on the tip of the workman's fancy. He hoped she had worn a foundation of some sort that would protect her from some of the workman's nastiest activities. He was obviously one of those perverts that enjoyed playing with a defenseless female's private parts when she stood trapped and unable to escape unwanted attentions.

Harry's own member was beginning to throb with an old familiar rhythm between the gum-chewing young girl's posterior delights. The unnamed female with a lusty appetite sneakily reached behind and tentatively fingered his business half-buried in her juicy bottom. He could tell she was in a state of intense pleasure because of the way she twisted and turned to get his rod to touch her nether regions with shocking effectiveness. Her fingers even reached lower and cradled his hanging sacs like she was testing them for ripeness before purchase. It was all rather disconcerting to the trice married and recently widowed almost senior citizen but the tableau behind him was even more exciting.

The classy mature woman with the high-priced outfit and accessories was pressing ever closer to his own tightly fitted trousers in a futile attempt to escape the mauling from the frantic workman perched on her backside. He felt the distinct outline of her mound rubbing on his flanks like some crazed masseuse on a busman's holiday. She looked at him with her beautiful helpless eyes and humped his backside with sharp short motions that approximated some exotic animal in sexual heat. It puzzled him for a moment because it seemed so out of character for such a high-class dame with a look of both sensitivity and innocent in her countenance. Then, he realized that she was merely caught in the middle of the frenzied debauchery from the stern-faced workman exploding his juices through his own clothing and probably her beautiful designer dress as well.

They came to the end of the line and the gum-chewing girl almost ran off the train looking over her shoulder with a knowing gleam in her eyes. She no longer had the gum in her mouth and he quickly looked down to make sure she had not played some silly young thing trick on him.

Harry was relieved to be out in the fresh air again and was startled when the attractive woman with the big expensive ladies purse put her hand on his arm and apologized for her invasion of his private space on the crowded train. He looked down at her beautiful flustered face and immediately fell in love with his soon-to-be fourth wife taking in her fabulous heaving bosom and her nervous fingers that fluttered up and down his muscular arm.

She told him that the man had taken "liberties" with her person and would he kindly check her dress in the back to see if there was any damage. He saw the long lines of cream slowly dripping down with unmistakable depravity on her perfectly fitted dress that accentuated her heart-shaped and recently violated bum.

They moved to the car-park and he asked her to wait whilst he opened the boot to get his clean-wipes to repair her clothing. He managed to remove most of it before it sank into the fabric and she bent over in front of him to give him full access. Her softly yielding flesh under the lovely dress was obviously unfettered by any underclothing except for the briefest of thongs that were conveniently buried inside her interesting crack. The exchanged names and cell numbers and it came to pass that Danielle became his fourth wife the following month after they were both satisfied that they were physically suited to each other in the most joyful of confrontations in various combinations of copulating positions perfected in conjugal bliss with his prior three wives.

After they married, Danielle introduced Harry to a number of other exciting tricks that he was not familiar with and he made a point not to inquire how she had acquired the skill.