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I once saw a live catfight on the train. I came home from school and climbed into the compartment with two women who were arguing violently. A petite, very feminine-looking lady in a knee-length, tight white satin-lined leather skirt, including silky shiny white stockings with high heels and a silky red top, was severely insulted by a larger, rather strong woman in pants. The lady in the white leather skirt crossed her slender stockinged legs almost continuously and visibly anxious from one side to the other. She said: Please let me, I don't know you. The more masculine woman in jeans: Please leave my husband alone or I'll give it to you right here... The taller woman lost her temper and grabbed the tight-skirted lady by her slender wrists. She effortlessly pushed her onto the seat. The delicate lady tried in vain to free herself from under the angry woman. Let go of me right now, you're hurting me, the feminine lady whimpered, unable to free her weak wrists. Desperately, the lady in the leather skirt kicked her long legs under the taller woman. The erotic crackling of her skirt lining and her stockings made me totally hot. After a few minutes, the strong woman let go of the delicate lady and left the train.