. Korean-Americans."Denise looked at Virginia, then her daughters, all four of whom weresmiling at her faux pas. Virginia broke the tension."Denise, ...hen did your family come to England?"Denise got the message. "As you know, Ginny, my grandparents wererefugees from the Nazis." She looked at Ron, "I'm sorry, Ronnie. Notbeing English, yet being part of an old English family makes one adhereto a heritage not strictly one's own. I apologize if I have offendedyou."Ron stood. "Apology accepted,. Deedee and I stand still again and watch. The stink is still surrounding us but it doesn’t seem as bad as it was a few moments ago, in fact there’s a certain pleasant quality to it, as if it’s a sign of even warmer summer days ahead. The men do their routine, step onto the truck, grab the hand holds, and, ‘Yo!’ The truck rumbles forward, we run to keep up, with a new foul smell of burnt diesel fuel added to the rest. Deedee’s still running when her hands go to her ears once again just as the. Actually more than consent, there was an enthusiasm in her unyielding pressure against me. With my back toward the other commuters I was emboldened in my confidence that I was undetected. I slowly moved the hand of my encircling arm up to her breast, tracing her contours before stroking the deliciously soft flesh overflowing her bra through her blouse with my fingertips. Suddenly yet predictably she tried to turn. I did not know if it would have been to throw her arms around my neck and bring. ”I turned toward the door. “When you leave, you might get the impression that you’re being followed. There will be a very good reason for that feeling. The sensation might stick with you for awhile. But ... as long as you’re travelling away from here, you won’t be harmed.” I paused and turned back to him. “You do own a car, don’t you?”“Y ... yes.”As nonchalantly as I knew how, I holstered the automatic and hoped that I looked at least a little like I knew what I was doing. I opened the door,.