He was tall, enough that he had to stoop quite a bit so as not to bang his head on the roof of the bus. He had dark hair, and a good day's worth of st...bble on his face, black jeans and a blue tee shirt. It's odd that I'd remember that, though I can clearly see myself as well. Black sundress, black flipflops, green purse, and my dark green travel blanket bunched in my lap as I worked on a crossword puzzle. At the first stop after he boarded, several of us climbed out for a cigarette. He. She was listening and by when I finished, she started weeping and took my hands into her hands and told me entire story. She was not sexually satisfied woman and I believed most of the women were not sexually satisfied as their husband is busy in making money and they get bore in their life. Sonia came very close to me and I kissed her eyes and took her in my arms. I pulled her very closed and put my lips on her lips and started kissing her. She was so crazy and passionate, her breath went fast. Instead of speaking aloud, they wanted him to think his statements as output through the implant, then repeat either what they said in translation, or read aloud a printed one that appeared on a screen. When he displayed greater affinity for repeating the audio translation, and they rated him healed enough to accept some input from the second implant, they had him practice talking to either Malcolm or Veronyka while one of them spoke to him in another language. That part wasn’t so easy, not at. Or this was yet another in a long series of wet dreams. I could barely breathe, but I forced the words from my mouth, the only words my brain would let me come up with. I was scarcely able to get my voice above a whisper as I said to her, "I....God... yes... definitely, Janice... I'd....I'd love to be your... foot man."She kissed me on the lips, gently, and turned to open the passenger side door. She held it open for me, waved with her hand for me to enter, and I did. I sat, nearly.