As passengers disembarked, I was able to turn around to glance at my “molester.” He was a tall gaijin (foreigner) about 5’10” and built like a...football player. He flashed a smile and a “V” hand sign as he disappeared into the crowd. I flashed a return smile and an upside-down “V” sign as I pointed down to my crotch. The gaijin returned a “thumbs up.”I went through the kaisatsu (automatic ticket gate) with my IC card and came out of the station exit to face a huge throng of festival celebrants. And suddenly he had rung her door-bell, not even being too early, and she had reluctantly let him in. He was in disguise; dressed as a plumber, just in case the neighbors should be a bit too curious, but she knew that his real job was something completely different. He grabbed her other wrist. Held both her arms down her sides for a while. Then he slowly took her arms behind her back. Her heart was beating much faster now. Then he took both her wrists and held them in one of his hands. Was his. Now watching their caskets disappear into the earth the end of their friendship hit home. It was a hot, arid, summer day, the type of weather that dried the underbrush creating perfect conditions for forest fires. It was another such day that brought them to this cemetery as husband and wife, to bury their best friends. Feeling Maureen squeeze his hand, his thoughts travelled back to the chain of events that led to him and Maureen meeting, leading to their being at the cemetery this day. ***. Bus started moving and as I was getting bored I was listening songs on my Ipod. Few minutes while we reach the main road two ladies boarded the bus out of them One was around 30 odd and second one was around 60s. Hope they were mother daughter. They sat on last second row of the bus while I was on first row of the bus reached the highway and driver shifted the gears and increased the speed to around 70/80 kmph. Then Seema aunty called my mom to join other ladies at the back side of the bus for.