Beaten BY a Hair and Them Some More

Beaten BY a Hair and Them Some More

It was the traditional race up the stairs for the subway train in Tokyo. The prideful man led the way until the honorable Tokyo woman took this old race to a new level while sporting her high heel platform shoes. She pulled out on the man's right and revved up her knees and got the extra bounce from her athletic corporate business coat, which not only seemed to vibrate, but parted, and give her extra lift uphill. It was like a Lamborghini blowing away an old hippie four cylinders Datsun. She never looked at him or back at him as he strained to match her stride in a vein attempt. She made the train. The doors closed, and pulled off. His hair already messy, and mouth open gasping for air left him with only one honorable thing he could have done for failing. By even that age-old tradition fled him with his shirt out from his corporate suit pants exposing a pale almost white, but pinkish butt crack. The moral of this train station escapade at the stairway up is never to hold back a woman that can make you eat your shorts and especially in public in Tokyo in a sprint up the stairs to make the train.