Her nipples would poke through the material and the skirt hugged her ass and draped across her thighs. Her brown hair was down and cascaded over her s...oulders. Yummy.Then I saw her shift closer to the middle of the bus. She stood there, still. I sensed something was either happening or going to happen. And it did..I noticed that right by her was this middle aged man around 40 yrs standing behind her. And it seemed as if she was pushing her ass out so that it rubbed against his crotch. At first. Mene oske lips pe kiss kiya or oske lips ko chusta raha ose bhi maza aane laga or wo bhi mood mai aagyi mene oski tishirt nikal di or oski paint bhi nikla di mai bhi sirf underwear mai tha mene a.c chalu kiya or oske boobs koi maslne laga wo hight mai mere se thoda choti thi .Fir mene oski bra nikal di osne kaha muje tumhara lund dekhna hai mene kaha lo dekh lo mager tum khud meri undewear nikalo osne nikal di or apni bhi nikal di mene kaha ab muje tumhare boobs ko chusna hai emne oski kamar. . bouncing back and forth between then and now? And when was now? He rolled over and glanced at the clock radio. Six-oh-seven. But what day ... or month for that matter? Which year? He was almost overcome with despair. This wasn’t much different from when he first awoke in the hospital and no one knew who he was.He lay on his back, his mind drifting now. Where did he belong? Which reality was his ... or was it neither of them? Gradually, he pulled himself out of bed and moved to his laptop.. He watched me suck on it, a line between his eyebrows.“Ally, I wish you wouldn’t.”I exhaled. “I wish you wouldn’t.”He flicked his lighter on and off. The flame flickered in the breeze. On. Off. On. Off.“Only at night, huh?” he asked.I crushed the cigarette against the railing and dropped the butt in an ashtray.“Or when we’re – doing it.”A smile settled on his face.“Doing what, angel?” He reached out and curled his hand around my ankle.“Robbie.”“Yes?”I looked down at him and he smiled that bad.