Train Ride by Viking A man meets an incredible teenage girl.       Just like every morning at seven o'clock I entered the train that takes me to work. It was part of my normal daily routine, which I had been doing for several years. My job was in the city so I took a 45-minute commute into work each day by train. It would take me and the other suburbanites into the city and then take us home in the evening at 6:30.      Strangely the commute turned into my favorite part of the day. It was my time to get away from my wife and two young kids and to unwind for a moment before I began a hectic day at my office.      My job paid very well. I had the extra income so I always sat in one of the first class compartments that the commuter train offered. Each first-class compartment could hold just four people. The design of each compartment had two seats facing each other on either side. The seats were plush and comfortable with plenty of legroom. I particularly enjoyed the solitude being away from the mass of people in the coach area. One of my daily pleasures each morning was relaxing and reading the paper to the rhythmic sound of the train.    Like always I was prepared for the morning ride with my newspaper, coffee and my briefcase with my office work. I opened the door to my train compartment and was very surprised to see two women sitting side by side on the right side of the compartment. My usual commuters were businessmen like myself so it caught me off guard.     I got off to an uncomfortable start as I stared a little too long at them and mumbled an awkward good morning. I was feeling like an idiot as I sat in my seat closest to the window. "What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a woman before?" I thought to myself as I took out my newspaper. I'm a curious person by nature so I pretended I was reading as I looked over the top of the paper and glanced at the two females sitting across from me. I smiled to myself as the two women definitely improved the usual scenery in my compartment.     The woman or girl across from me was young. I would have guessed she was 17 or 18 at the most. She was petite as she was around 5-4 and weighed around 110-pounds. The girl was very attractive. She had a natural beauty to her, as she wore little if any makeup. The girl had soft milky skin with just a dusting of freckles. She appeared to have a nice athletic body with some perky C-cup sized breasts. Her red hair was very long and wavy and went midway down her back. She looked stylish wearing a maroon colored blouse under a khaki colored dress jacket with matching slacks. I felt like a pervert for staring since she was more than half my age but the girl was hot.      The woman to the girl's left was in her mid 30's. She was a curvy blonde that was big boned with wide shoulders. The blonde woman was carrying about an extra 20-pounds but her weight for the most part was well distributed as she had a sexy voluptuous look to her. I'm a breast man so maybe I was just enjoying her large boobs that were on display on her tight fitting red halter-top. The blonde had to be a D-cup as her tits looked like they were about to burst out. It took all I could to not stare at them. The woman did have somewhat of a wide ass and she had some loose skin under her neck that gave her a slight double chin but overall I liked her buxom look. I would have guessed she was 5-10 and weighed around 170-pounds. The blonde had a cute face with big brown eyes. She also appeared to have long hair but she was wearing it tied up. Again, she had on a tight fitting red halter top with a short black skirt and shiny black boots that rode up her long legs to just below her knees.      No one else entered the compartment and a few moments later the train began to take off. Selfishly I was glad no one else entered the compartment. My commute to work was almost always with other middle age businessmen so it was refreshing to have two attractive women to look at.  I was continuing to pretend to read my newspaper and look at them when I noticed something very peculiar. The two women were handcuffed to each other! The two women were sitting cuffed side by side with the blonde's right arm and the girl's left arm on the armrest between them.     "What the hell is this?" I thought to myself. I began to get very curious and wondered what the story was. The two women weren't interacting with each other and both had faraway looks. I assumed the blonde woman was escorting to the girl to some judicial hearing or transferring her to jail. The girl looked pretty cool for being in such legal problems that she was handcuffed in public. The redhead seemed to have a content look as she stared out the window of the train. I took her look for arrogance. I guessed her parent's were rich and daddy had hired a good lawyer to get her out of trouble.     The blonde was attractive but had a weary look to her. I assumed she had experienced a lot in her law enforcement career. She had that look that she had seen it all. I did notice the busty blonde had some bruises by her right eye. She had noticeably applied some extra makeup to try to conceal it but you could tell she had recently received a black eye. She also had some dark bruises on her beefy arms. I thought the woman probably had her share of scuffles in her law profession. The big blonde looked like she could handle herself, as she looked very intimidating in size next to the petite teenager.     I was surprised by the blonde's attire. Her outfit seemed very casual for her job. I guessed she had plans to meet some friends in the city after she transferred the girl. I turned the page of my newspaper and then stared at the blonde's big boobs for the 100th time.     It was about fifteen-minutes into the trip when my curiosity got the best of me. It was driving me crazy and I had to know what was going on and why the two women were handcuffed to each other. I folded up my paper and leaned in my chair towards the blonde. "Excuse me officer but could you please tell me what's going on?" I said.      The blonde gave me a confused look and didn't respond. I assumed she didn't understand what I said. I tried again, "Could you please tell me why you and the girl are handcuffed?" The blonde continued to just stare at me strangely when the girl said, "I think I can help you. Don't be alarmed she's my prisoner".     "What?" I said loudly, as I looked at the girl in disbelief. I thought the girl was joking so I began laughing and smiling. My smile quickly faded away as the blonde just looked at the floor and the girl confidently said, "Yes, she's my prisoner".     The girl then blew me away as she explained that she worked for her father as a bail bondsman. The girl's name was Gail. She looked younger but was 19. She had worked for her dad as long as she could remember. She had started at the job doing just office work but as she had gotten older she was given more responsibility. The girl then shared that for the last two years she did mainly fieldwork and tracked down people who jumped bail.      I couldn't believe it. Here was this petite girl taking in a woman almost twice her size. The handcuff on Gail's wrist looked so large while the cuff on the blonde's wrist looked like a thin bracelet. I was skeptical by what the girl was telling me. "So you're saying you caught her and are taking her to jail?" I said suspiciously.     The girl seemed to enjoy my confusion and said, "Yes. I caught Francine here". To emphasize her point the girl tugged at the handcuff and the big blonde was slightly jerked towards the girl. I was shocked, as the blonde didn't react at all to being pulled like that. She just stared submissively at the floor. The girl continued talking. "I've gone after many bail jumpers, men and women. Catching Francine really wasn't such a difficult assignment". I noticed the blonde turn red in embarrassment after Gail said that. Francine looked very uncomfortable that we were talking about her. She was totally looking the other way.      "What did she do?" I asked pointing at Francine. Gail seemed happy to talk so she explained to me what happened. Apparently Francine had been arrested earlier in the year for writing bad checks. Gail's father's bondsman service had helped her make bail. Francine had apparently turned AWOL when she was due for her court date so Gail's father was responsible to pay for the bail. The girl then used some investigative work to find where Francine was staying and had apprehended her.     It was interesting as Gail was one of those people that was very expressive and used her hands when she talked. She was telling me her story while moving her hands including the one handcuffed to Francine. Despite being twice her size, Francine looked very meek sitting next to Gail, as her right arm was sporadically jerked around.      "Did she resist?" I asked. I was still in disbelief that this little girl could forcefully bring someone in who refused to go along with her. Gail smirked confidently, turned her head towards Francine and said, "She resisted initially but we quickly came to an understanding". Again Francine looked awkward and embarrassed. The big blonde absent-mindedly brushed back some hair with her free hand and touched softly where the bruise was by her eye.      My eyes got big as I realized that Francine's black eye and bruises on her arm had come from Gail! I tried to envision the small redheaded girl overpowering the buxom blonde. "You did that to her?" I said in surprise, pointing at Francine's face where she was attempting to cover her shiner.     "I don't like to be violent but most people don't give up peacefully when they're apprehended" the girl said shrugging her shoulders. "Francine wanted to do it the hard way so I had to be physical with her. We're trained to avoid fighting but sometimes it unavoidable". Francine now looked like she wanted to find a hole in the ground and hide in it. The blonde had crossed her legs and was turned almost completely towards the door. It was obvious she wasn't enjoying that her capture was the center of conversation.     I was now fascinated with what this pretty petite girl was telling me. "How did you catch her?" I asked. Gail shared that Francine had tried hiding out in the suburb area where I lived. The cute redhead said it only took some simple investigating to find that she was staying at an old boyfriend's apartment. After a short stakeout she was able to apprehend the big blonde in the apartment parking lot.     "What happened when you confronted her?" I asked. Gail laughed at how curious I was but explained what happened. The girl said she approached and identified herself to Francine. The blonde scurried quickly towards her car and tried to get in. Gail said there was a brief "struggle" but she was able to subdue Francine fairly easy.     "What happened in the struggle?" I asked, now totally engrossed in what she was telling me. Gail continued her story. The little redhead was able to grab the large woman just before the car. Francine tried using her size to push Gail off but the teenager was able to grab around the big blonde's midsection and get leverage. She then pushed off and shoved Francine so her back slammed hard into the car. The impact was hard enough to leave a dent in the driver's side door. The collision hurt the woman but she continued to resist. Francine countered by swinging wildly with her fists at Gail. The girl explained that she was trained in kickboxing for several years and was easily able to avoid getting struck. Gail admitted that at this point she was a little "annoyed" at the big blonde so she wanted to end the fight as soon as possible. The pretty girl said she was able to slip in a couple of hard punches into Francine's soft stomach and when the blonde bent over she was able to snap a quick kick into the woman's face that dropped her to the pavement. Gail said that Francine didn't resist very much after that.     "Unbelievable" was all I could say. I was shocked by the girl's story. The girl seemed credible and Francine was certainly acting like the whole thing was true. It was just hard for me to accept that this small girl could physically handle herself taking down bail jumpers. I said, "It's not that I don't believe you but it just seems that someone…as small as you would have a hard time apprehending someone".      Gail smiled at me and said, "I get that reaction a lot. In fact it helps me because people tend to badly underestimate me". She smiled at me and then said, "Let me show you what I mean. I bet I can overpower you with just one hand". The young girl raised her free right hand and then put it out to shake. Her wager caught me off guard. I didn't really know what the girl had in mind but I wasn't too concerned. I leaned on the edge of my chair and shook her hand.     We shook for just a second and then suddenly my hand began throbbing. I couldn't believe it but the little girl's grip was crushing my hand. The girl caught me totally unprepared. "Ow!" I yelled loudly as I fell off the chair and onto my knees right in front of her. The girl continued to squeeze my hand while I weakly resisted. Then in a blink of an eye, she let go of my hand, grabbed my right wrist and forcibly twisted my arm behind my back. The teenage girl then used her leverage and her left foot to push me facedown to the floor. I fell flat on my stomach right in front her seat with my face kissing the carpet. By the time I realized what had happened she had me pinned to the floor. The little girl was incredibly strong as my right arm was tightly held behind me. Also Gail had gotten off her seat and was now kneeling on the upper half of my back between my shoulder blades, helping to restrain my arm and fasten me to the floor of the train. I could hear the girl giggling as I weakly tried to free myself. I tried to get out of the hold but it was hopeless, as I couldn't move. Her hold on my arm was too tight and painful to break free and by kneeling on my she had effectively stapled me to the floor. I couldn't believe it the little girl had pinned me with just one arm.     "Had enough?" Gail said laughing into my ear. "Yes" I responded meekly as I sheepishly picked myself up off the floor. Now it was me that was embarrassed as I tried to collect myself. I wasn't a big man but I was 5-10 and was 200-pounds. My middle age had turned me soft in the middle but I still considered myself athletic enough to resist a petite teenage girl. As I rubbed my hand and wrist I caught eye contact with Francine. The blonde gave me a quick sympathetic look, as if she knew what I was thinking.     "I'm sorry I wasn't too rough with you?" Gail said sounding concerned. I told her I was fine but my wrist was still very tender. The girl had a vice-like grip.     "Well I tried to take it easy on you. I was only going about half-speed" Gail said smiling.     "That was very impressive", I said, still breathing hard. Any questions I had about the girl handling herself were now answered. If she was only going half-speed with me, I could see how she had kicked Francine's ass.      I wanted to continue to talk to Gail and find out more about her job but the train was approaching the city. Gail looked at her watch and then slapped her prisoner on the knee. "Francine we're almost there so it's time to get you ready", the girl said. The blonde didn't look very happy on hearing that news.      I watched with interest as the teenage girl got the woman ready for the final portion of their trip. Gail looked very professional as it took her just a few minutes to securely restrain Francine. When she was done the big blonde had her arms handcuffed behind her back and leg irons attached around her ankles. The chains to the cuffs around her ankles and wrists were then attached to small sturdy chains from a thick leather belt that was padlocked around the large woman's waist. It was almost surreal watching the small teenage girl apply the restraints to the large woman. Despite being twice her size Francine offered no resistance. I guessed the ass whipping she had received when she was caught had taught the big blonde that the little girl was someone you didn't mess with.      I was sad when the train pulled into the station in the city as my trip with Gail was now coming to an end. I had thoroughly enjoyed meeting this incredible girl. I walked out of the train with the girl as she escorted Francine. The leg irons forced Francine to take very small steps so we moved slowly.     "Thank you for an interesting trip. I would wish you good luck in your job but I think you have things under control", I said to Gail. She thanked me and then said, "Maybe will meet again sometime. You never know what could happen in this job". I then watched the pretty girl escort Francine until they were out of site. I wished she was right.