She looked from her original seat to mine. I could see the gears turning in her head. I held the doll by my side out of her seat and went back to rubb...ng it between the legs. ash was wearing skinny jeans and a tank top that showed a good bit of cleavage.she went tense and closed her legs. her eyes glanced at me hoping I did not notice. I rubbed faster and watch and she started to squirm trying to keep her pleasure hidden. I pushed my finger on the spot between the legs of the doll as tho I was. He also had the delightful habit of putting her down verbally. He didn’t like her ears, her nose or her tits. She couldn’t do a lot about any of these dislikes. He particularly hated her talking back to him or pointing out he was mistaken about some point of contention.In her opinion, he was more often wrong than right. She had even asked the Master Sorcerer how she could get out of the union. He didn’t give her a lot of helpful suggestions other than to, run away as far and as fast as she. Most of us were, some were even laying down, sleeping even though the Montana countryside was beautiful. I don't remember when he got on the bus, really. I just remember that he took the seat across the aisle, slightly behind me. 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 stubble on his face, black jeans and a blue tee shirt. It's odd that I'd remember that, though I can clearly see myself. "It's this confounded 'social skills' business. If he had taken the time to tell me a little bit more about it before we started, we could have accomplished things much quicker and smoother. Mind you, I am not sure I would have believed him. Only when healing him I really became aware of his bleak future. He was well entitled to kick my butt into gear."But look over there. His ostriches. They fit in very well. I think they are breeding already, so let's not get too close. He was right to worry.