Aunty sat in the position like crossed legs. Now her thighs are touching his thighs. The driver turned off the lights .Now it difficult to see their m...ves. I can see their moves whenever any vehicle crosses the bus. Now I’m unable to sleep I’m just watching their moves , now the guy took the initiative he just put his hand on her thigh as if it happened in sleep seeing no reaction from her he further moved his hand on her stomach. She now started cooperating him by putting her bag to other side. She looked around the car a bit then leaned over to Tim. "You two must be sisters."Tim gave her a funny look back and said in his natural deep voice, "What the hell are you talking about?" Well you won't get man with that voice. Oops here's my spot." the woman said before getting up and leaving the train with several other riders, including the redhead he was admiring."This city is full of kooks." Tim spat out and looked out the window. In the window he could see the reflection of the. I should explain that there is a police post in every bus terminal in my country to maintain public discipline. Unexpectedly, a cop came towards me and addressed me that I looked suspicious and I would have to follow him to the post for a brief investigation. I followed him bewildered and shocked. He took me to the officers room at the hidden back corner of the post, where three other cops were also standing, the officer who had been sitting at his desk, boldly asked me how much I was carrying.. The corridor couldn't have been more than five feet wide, the place being quite cramped. As she started walking down the corridor she could see what seemed to be doors on one side, counting up to three doors total, each of them having little lights above them, all glowing red. Curious to what exactly it was she decided to open the door to the second stall, stepping inside only for it to be a cramped little stall, with a cheap plastic stool in one corner. On the other end of the stall was a big.