The humid air hung heavy as a young woman boarded the packed vehicle her pulse racing with nervous anticipation. A quick look confirmed her fears this was going to be packed ride. Suddenly a hand found its way around her midsection sending a shockwave through her. She tried to turn but the crush of people held her fast. Another hand brushed against her leg she gasped in her throat. This was a recurring scene in the crowded thoroughfares of Egypt. Soon after she found herself pressed against a strong chest the sensation both alarming and strangely arousing. The bus lurched and she lost her footing collapsing against his embrace . His hard presence against her was impossible to ignore. She shut her eyes tight imagining the bus driver oblivious to the secret dance unfolding in his rearview mirror. Later that day a shy smile played on her lips as she remembered the unexpected thrill of the stolen moments. It stayed with her a secret pleasure she would never admit . The commute would always be different.