”Marian, the consummate Southern matriarch, stiffened her knees as they began to give way. “Will you come in please?” she said stiffly.“Just f...r a moment, Ma’am,” said the constable. He had more information to impart. Then he’d leave the woman to her misery ... if there was going to be any misery.While she upended the package onto the table, spilling the pictures out, he told her where the body was, and that the funeral home had already been called. Unless she had other plans, they would take. I read, she poked, prodded, kicked, waggled and fingered.I said, “Well?”“Numbers match. Everything works. Just like always.”“And?”“Rock, paper, scissors.”We did. I lost. I sat in front and handled the radio chores.“S.N.J 523, S.Y.D. S.N.J 523 S.Y.D.” I used the letters as individuals ... the 523 was spoken as ‘five twenty-three.’“S.Y.D, SNJ 523.”“523 departing B.H.S to S.Y.D.”On those dates and times when traffic is expected at Bathurst, the terminal is occupied. If the yellow station Nissan is. Rick smiled broadly and broke off playing as he crossed to greet her. “Hi, honey! How was your class?”We watched as they exchanged a quick kiss and a hug, noticing that Rick’s wife was perhaps two or three inches taller than his five-foot-nine-inch height, and that she was a knockout. Lean and fit, dressed in skin-tight pink yoga pants and a sports bra that doubled as a halter top, Mikki had her long, golden hair pulled back in a ponytail, a white sweatband around her forehead and a small towel. Jayasree now being on top of him felt his erect member below her inner thighs and she snuggled closer to him, sliding her full body upon his. When she felt Raj's hand in front of her body searching for an opening to her blouse, she looked at him and smiling at him braced her chest, allowing his hand to have easy access to her blouse and as Raj moving her sari aside unbuttoned her blouse, she lifted her body up so that he can ease out the blouse from her and when she left Raj unhook her bra she.