Hot for Amish

I have ridden the train back and forth from Minneapolis to Seattle more times than I can count on one hand. For the most part I sit in the observation car the whole three day trip reading. When we reach South Dakota there are always a large number of Amish who board the trains. The men all have these little straw hats with the same blunt cut under the ears and bangs with short beards and checkered home made shirts and blue pants. I furtively watch the younger unmarried ones from over my book and fantasize about seducing them in the bathrooms on the lower level of the train. There's something about what you can't have sitting right in front of you that is just so hot, especially when you know you would be breaking religious taboos and being oh so naughty.