Arming in the Metro
It was rush hour on Line 1 of the Mexico City Metro. The car was packed, bodies stuck together, the smell of the city and tiredness. You were holding onto the bar when the train stopped abruptly at the station. Suddenly a tall and rather stocky man pushed his way through the people without asking permission, using his size to his advantage. He was wearing a white T-shirt, showing thick, veiny forearms, and dark gray pants that hugged his thighs and clearly showed a generous bulge. He stopped right in front of you, grabbing the same bar as you, suddenly his aroma hits you suddenly, a powerful and masculine mixture of natural testosterone (warm, musky, almost animalistic smell) combined with strong deodorant (like Ax or Old Spice) that tries to hide it, but never quite manages to do so. When you are excited or have been standing on the subway for a while, the smell becomes thicker and more obvious.
About Arming in the Metro
It was rush hour on Line 1 of the Mexico City Metro. The car was packed, bodies stuck together, the smell of the city and tiredness. You were holding onto the bar when the train stopped abruptly at the station. Suddenly a tall and rather stocky man pushed his way through the people without asking permission, using his size to his advantage. He w...Read more