Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and valerica steele jack and jill. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “valerica steele jack and jill” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see valerica steele jack and jill come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “valerica steele jack and jill, valerica steele jack and jill, fuck, valerica steele jack and jill!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “valerica steele jack and jill” release.