"I've not been told so," said Melissa. "Would you like to?" It might be fun. Do you think they will be able to fit me into theschedule? Martha, how wo...ld you like me? Bright pink hair?" Ewww, no. How about being blonde, large falsies, a very low top, and abelt for a skirt?"The Americans were all laughing, leaving us Brits wondering what the jokewas."When Erika joined, we teased her by getting her dressed as a tart forthe day," explained Melissa. "Her Dad wasn't amused either." Poor girl," said. "Mr Brown, I'd like toask you about the burial of Sarah Hackett."He took a long hard look at me, and then leapt back in fright as if hehad seen a ghost."You, you can't be..." Can't be what?" You look just like Sarah Hackett, the girl that I buried a year agoafter she tripped over, fell down the stairs and broke her neck. She washer parent's only child, and her whole family turned out for the burial." I am Sarah Hackett. I fell down the stairs, bashed my head and was in acoma for a month, and. .The attendant comes in, and begins with my wife's legs as ordered..Her robe stays modestly closed while her shins are waxed.. The young lady is sitting on her table, watching..See, it doesn't hurt..It's now my wife's turn to up the anti as I have instructed in my last text..Slowly, my wife opens her legs wider, slowly, she raizes her robe to just above her mound..She motions to the attendent to begin waxing higher.. Don't forget my thighs...She watches with increased interest..The cool air. I booked a window seat from last to the third row on the right side (I booked this bus for a reason). I boarded the bus at the proper time and the bus started at the correct time.Around 6.45 PM on the next stop Annanagar, the sex goddess of this story got on the bus. I was seeing this short, hot chick crossing road from the other side and boarding my bus. I am seeing her walk from the front and searching for her seat. Her seat was the one in front of me.Yeah! Thanks, Redbus for showing which.