It seemed the busses were inhabited by squatters. After a while he stopped, at the end of his forces. Fireflies were shooting in front of his eyes. He...forced his way into a vehicle standing on concrete blocks and lay down on a seat. His heart started to beat slower while he listened to the sounds of the night. The weed made him sleepy. He had to fight to keep from sleeping. Not pleasant. His muscles stiffened. He lost any notion of time. Outside things were quiet. His attackers must have become. When our Mr Johnson was snivelling about losing his job this morning, he told me in front of witnesses, that he did not have any sexual relations with your wife on Saturday evening. That apparently had been they’re plan, but he claims your wife chickened out. At first I assumed it was just a story he was telling to keep his job. But later Tony Mackie came to see me. He apparently has been trying to locate you all day yesterday, but it would appear you have not been answering your mobile. You. In all honesty, she had to admit that she was not all that interested in the outcome of the game being played on the field below. Her primary concern was that she had at least one interested boy watching her play her own little game of allowing peeks at her partially exposed but somewhat inexperienced snatch. She was wearing her thong style bikini bottom with the delicate lace on the edges to make her pussy look all soft and inviting to perverted male eyes.As she slyly scanned the rows below. .."She sat there staring at me as I tried to stammer out some sort of an apology."Yes you did," she said simply sitting back in her chair. "Obviously you knew ... saw me, and came over to peer through the doors at me, while I ... while I touched myself," she said her voice taking on this weird little edge to it. An edge that could easily cut either way, and one in which had me wondering which way it would cut. I could just see her picking up the phone, calling my folks. But she didn't. Instead,.