” Leveria put her elbows on the table. “And you just sat there and watched it happen? You called me a voyeur.”“She put on quite a show.” I s...iled in recollection, “I was horrified at the time. I didn’t understand her.” I rolled my eyes to Leveria, “Now I understand her perfectly.”Leveria leaned in. “How did she change you?”I leaned closer. “She sucked my clit until it grew down her neck, then she raped me until I loved her.” Leveria’s sapphire eyes sparkled. “That’s what she really likes, isn’t. That looks like a good way to keep them under control."Jen and I could easily remember the days when he used to tip us a half-crown or a florin for birthdays or Christmas, or when he felt flush. Those WERE proper coins, which gave you a real satisfaction in your hand, and would either keep us in sweets for a couple of weeks, or buy half an Airfix model.Mum promised to take him to the cobbler's shop after Christmas and help him choose a tray purse of his own; although Grandma collected the. The friends in their late twenties had known each other for a while, having met a year previously through their now ex-boyfriends. Lisa had a Mediterranean look to her; long dark hair flowed down her back and dark almond-shaped eyes sparkled on her smooth oval face. She had a knowing look about her, something that blonde, petite Layla had always been slightly jealous of. For Layla’s part, she never knew that Lisa had watched her so many times, looking at her round face, small mouth with rosebud. I guess that was habit too.“Hey,” she said.“Hey,” I responded.“Long time no see,” she commented.“Yeah,” I said.The bus started off. We had a new driver this year, a woman who looked like she was at least fifty.“Why is that?” said Valerie.“What do you mean?”“Why is it that I haven’t seen you for so long?”“What are you talking about? I was at your birthday party.”“Yeah, a month ago.” She sounded grumpy.I was thinking, “Because you probably didn’t want some pervert hanging around,” but I didn’t.