Jayden knows

Jayden sits in an aisle seat each day. Not the same seat but always in the aisle. He waits for other passengers - they could never be fellows - to ask him to move so that they can get to the seat beside him. Often they don't ask but Jayden is waiting for them, all of them. His body bristles with excitement as they approach each station, knowing that his little game is about to start. There is the anticipated meeting of legs - male or female, it makes no difference. The exhilaration of being able to choose whether to be amenable or aggressive. Jayden is in control you see. He has always been in control. In the playground he was in control; in the office he is in contol; don't take that detachment to mean rejection. They all know he is the one in charge and they respect that. They may look out of the window but he can see inside their souls. They know that. And Jayden knows that they do.