Katja would always be my train woman. My memory of her is awash in golden sunlight flickering through the passing trees. There is the gentle lullaby of the rails. She is with me forever on that train. Beautiful, sweet, sexy Katja …

Naturally, that cherished memory was even keener than usual as I boarded a different train. I was removed from Katja by distance and time. I had only known her that one day, but she’d made a permanent place for herself in my remembrances.

In a way that wasn’t surprising, she was the only woman I ever had sex with. My sole lesbian experience in a life fairly fraught with boyfriends and male lovers.

I was on a business trip. I had pushed off the meeting an extra day so I could take the train instead of flying. It was an impulsive decision. My life had been a... Read More