“Hi, I’m Al,” says the man with a smile. “I am going to Chiangrai.”“Hello, I’m Miranda,” she says, smiling back.As the luxury bus slid...s into the Bangkok night to head north, Matilda places a flat red pillow that she always travel with for her head on the back of the seat and takes the thin blanket out of it plastic bag. It’s going to be a bloody cold air-conditioned ride, as usual.Before settling in, Miranda walks to the toilet at the back of the bus and slips off her flimsy pink bikini. But that was becoming the least of Joe’s problems.“Why is it heat makes you so horny?” she brooded, rolling onto her back. She found in the last few months that she had trouble sleeping. Since she was used to being on a schedule. She shook her head, scattering the thoughts before she could once again go down that road. You have friends and a whatever, she thought. Still not knowing what to call wolverine. She couldn’t call him Dad since he wasn’t her father, not really. Not to mention the added. Obviously I felt we should go to the boys' parents and the police, but I felt that had to wait, since my wife was out of town (again!). God, there were times I hated her job, whatever it was! This had happened at least two weeks before, so another day or two wasn't going to matter.A bigger problem was how to go to the police and how to talk to Cindi about it without using the tape. She was traumatized enough - I really didn't want her to know that her rape had been videotaped and god knows who. My heart was racing as I was going to see her in her underwear. “But don’t look, I am Opening the door” She opened the door and I pretend not to look but I Could see through my half closed eyelids I saw that she was standing in her white boy shorts panties which hugged her ass and pussy and gray trainee bra which showed the shape of her pubescent nipples, Her hair was stuck between two hooks entangled and one of her hands in one the hands of the t-shirts I guessed that when she tried putting on.