The lights were switched on. I saw her face for the first time, she had a pretty face, wheatish complexion like the Mangalorean girls maybe around 28 ...ears plus old and she was smiling at me when she getting down the bus from the back door and she was looked totally hot to me.I too got down, I went to the restroom and relieved myself, Then, I had a sprite and came back to my seat. I couldn’t find her. The kids were sleeping in their seats. Then, she came after some time and kept something in. O me of them moved his hand inside my skirt and was surprised to find no panties.He called me slut and pressed his two fingers inside me making me whin in pain.I was getting wet much to their pleasure .they continued their exploration on my body until the car stopped which was just after three minutes.They had stopped in a house where I saw another man(man not boy) waiting.They forcefully took me inside and the guy who I had crush on shoved me towards man as soon as we got in and started. The faint sound of rain hitting the corrugated roof of the shed outside crept through an open window somewhere, teasing Betty’s senses and overloading her depleted coziness reserves.It was the first rain storm of the year, the first real one anyway. The slight summer dribbles that failed to soak through clothes or make her shiver, the ones everyone fled from as if they were hellfire raining down, they had been boring and not even frequent. No, the storm raging outside, the one worth its name. That was before the cancer got her. After thatshe went downhill very fast, losing her hair to the attempts at treatment.Despite her doctor's advice, she started drinking alcohol near the end todull the pain, and died only a couple of months after being diagnosed.I could hear my mother crying in the next room and decided that she mustbe even more upset then I was at losing Emma. She had wanted to cremateEmma so that at least she could have her ashes by her bed, but it wasEmma's wish that her.