Meanwhile the bus reached to Kurnool at 9.pm. three male passengers behind my seat got down in kurnool now three seats behind me are vacant. I got dow... the bus to drink coffee. After about 10 minutes i went back to seat when the bus was about to start three more passengers got into the bus. One old man, one girl and Aunty(35-40yrs). They found no seats at the front side with other alternative they have to choose the last row seats. I saw the aunty going beside me just touching her stomach to my. As she loosened her grip, I suggested, "Maybe we ought to do a little of this math before we get too involved in other, more pleasant activities."Lisa laughed and said, "Are you kidding? Math is my best subject. I can do this stuff in my sleep. I just needed an excuse to get you here while my parents are out. Since my story worked, let's not waste anymore time."With that, she took a couple of steps back and started swaying to some imaginary music while she began unbuttoning her blouse from top. Passions and pleasures were surely afoot in those times as now though more repressed these days by the church...pity...that... she thought...she was full of passions...and a devilish lot that a church would find to repress.She continued her thoughts along those lines: Mary would have no doubt daily arisen early to milk the goats and enjoy the company of the young people who would gather to receive playful squirts as she milked the teats of the goats’ swollen udders. Massaging the teats to. She made my heart throb, all right. Unfortunately, the reverse seemed not to be the case. She didn't even know who I was and nonchalantly brushed off my feeble efforts to approach her. It was a damn good thing I didn't need to ask her for the the time of day, because she likely wouldn't have given it to me.Why then, did I attend the thirty-fifth anniversary class reunion? Partly out of morbid curiosity and, who knows, I might just get some satisfaction for all the slights I had endured from my.