Pushing her badge to one side, Izzy fumbled through her purse looking for her train pass as she heard the toot of the 6:15 pulling out of the station. “Great!” She thought to herself. ‘Another half hour to wait before the next train home.’ The day had been quite warm, warmer than usual for this time of year and Izzy was glad she had changed out of her uniform before leaving her work this afternoon. Black leather-kneehigh stiletto boots with a short black half skirt and a white cotton blouse with the buttons undone tied into a knot just under her breasts so it could show off her cleavage better, was a much better choice than her tight restrictive and uncomfortable uniform she thought. The stiletto heels clicked on the tiled staircase as Izzy headed down into the subway’s main foyer noting all the smells as she passed by them; The stench of a man’s cigar who was leaning against the wall of the stairs and smoking in an a non-smoking zone.