" Others?" Anthony drifted a bit closer. She nodded."Orang. Maybe. Do not know." Survivors," Melinda whispered. Daium nodded, sadly."Maybe." Your Engl...sh is really improving," Nona complemented Daium as they watched the others half clean up, half goof off as they finished breakfast. "It'll be better than my Malay soon." Thank you." Daium smiled shyly at her interpreter. Nona raised an eyebrow."I think I know WHY you're trying to learn so fast. You really like him, don't you?"There was no hint. It really is the license for more action as I moved my hand slowly towards her top and touched her boobs and pressed it. She jutted back further and her hair touched my face. I got the smell of it and it again added to my hard-on. There was nothing more I could do in the bus. Only touch, squeeze, and I thought not to waste the opportunity and I ran my arms slowly around her risen parts.I turned my face to notice if my mother is watching. She is looking away. But she is not comfortable standing. Gillins. Frankie will not allow that and as confrontation becomes inevitable she would do everything in her power to make sure she was by our side. Mathew Bowden will need Frankie’s abilities when he confronts the studio, Red and I trust Frankie, she is needed.’ We could both hear Frankie in the background, it was plain that she was already booking an appointment at the hairdresser for that evening. Mrs. Gillins knew I was right and we talked logistics until Frankie got off the phone. ‘It’s. Having two to gang up on me would be too much.” I asked, dumfounded. Hell, I’d had three before this one and Ginny now. But I knew why she had suggested a ‘new’ wife. I had been disabled due to a bad back the first year we were together. Then, several years later, she was diagnosed with cancer, then neuropathy (a condition I also suffered), then MS. She’d been talking ever since her diagnosis about her dying. I’m sure she thinks about it more than she talks about it. That’s only normal, I.