So till the bus crossed the toll gate, it was more than its capacity, and the passage too was filled up.The passengers beside me kept moving in front....I was surprised that these people were willing to stand and travel for almost a night’s time. Anyway, they moved from back and forth. That’s when she came and stood in front of me. The heroine of the story, I don’t know her name.She must be around 40 years old, a pleasant woman, wearing a saree and a sleeveless blouse. Not to exposing but anyone. I froze for an instant at the touch and thenrelaxed thinking she was asleep and it as just an accident, no big deal. Idid not want to wake her up so I held still. Actually her hand felt quite nice there and I felt myself wettenslightly. I was embarrassed by that but could not get my mind off her handand the effect it was having on my body. I listened to her breathing and found it to ragged, not the slowshallow breath of someone asleep. Was she awake and doing this on purpose?I. As I was dragged to the floor I saw Gavin taking Carl upstairs. Greatthat left me with Mike!I was forced to the ground on my front and felt my boobs painfullysquashed against the kitchen floor as he rested his knee on my back andpulled my arms behind me. "Stop!" I said. "Is this real?"He didn't stop but I heard him laugh. "It's as real as you paid for,"Mike said before I felt a loop of rope around my wrists. Quickly heflicked it around and around, wrapping my wrists tightly and I felt himtie it. And what's that smell? he wondered. Ah, yes, that nice new soap he'd gotfor the bathroom. Fancy being able to smell it all the way from there! Itmust be stronger than I thought, he vaguely concluded. At least it's nottoo feminine. He'd been slightly concerned about this when he bought it,but now it seemed quite all right. But there was another smell he couldn'tquite put his finger on, rather musky, neither soap nor perfume. Strangelyenough it reminded him of Dianne.He could hear the wall clock.