I looked out into the night, unconsciously writing 'help!' in the condensation. The next stop materialized from the fog a little later. My fellow trav...ller sidled past me, glaring. Thinking he was going to say something I didn’t want to hear, I tried smiling to defuse his red-faced demeanour. He ceremonially dumped his smashed mobile in my lap. "Cheers. Nice one mate," he growled, carrying on to the front of the madly lurching cabin. That could have been worse I thought. The bus pulled away. He had a lot of those. Each one hanging from the roof like a spider web. This spider’s web looked tangled and messy, even when it had apparently finished as it scurried back to its crevice in the window frame. Yet its catch still waited on the silken threads. Had it forgotten? She kept watching to be sure. Elsewhere in the house, or sometimes in the same room as her, there came the sounds of life and movement. Footfalls upstairs or on the floor behind, dampening to cross rugs. Lots of people. This gave me an opportunity to rub her tits and I did it innocently while changing the pages and very unconcernedly. She was startled at the beginning but We had our dinners at 8:0 o clock and were generally idling our time. We were sitting on the lower berth and due to legs dangling from above the light couldn’t reach us to a great extent and also one bulb was fused. As is my practice I carry a shawl with me for cover up if necessary ad it was December too and cold. I spread the shawl so tat. The little Prince was slowly walking down the aisle strewing handfuls of rose petals from a basket to the floor. He was followed by Susan’s assistants in light-blue silk saris. Behind them came Princess Yasmin in the same sari. Then came Susan in a white silk sari holding on to the arm of Ashar Khan in his full robes of state. David’s heart leapt at the sight of her. She looked so beautiful as she smiled shyly at him. The ceremony got under way, but to David it was a blur. He was conscious only.