You had your dirty fuzz-collared hipster jacket laying across your lap, and I thought at first that you were covertly scratching. Then I realized, hmm, she must really itch. Nope. Not scratching. Honestly, who masturbates on the Orange Line? You are what 20? 22? I would even go so far as to call you cute (though the piercings don't really do it for me). Did you forget that with your headphones on, though you cannot hear others, they can still SEE you. It really didn't take that much looking to figure out what you were doing, though the rhythmic shoulder movements could be mistaken for 'groovin' to your CD player'. The first thought I had was "she's rubbing-off with T hands". After I touch the inside of those cars, I don't touch my face, let alone my genitals. Now, after all that has been said, and after I got over the initial shock, I was so spun up from seeing it, that I ran home to do the same. What is the likelihood of us meeting up and doing it simultaneously? Email me if you see this, you dirty little dirtball. Just don't touch me with your subway hands.