M.’s mother, I’ll gladly do it.’ As he hung up, Dev looked at Reni, ‘is there any of my drivers, and other employees you haven’t charmed sin...e we’ve been back?’ ‘Hey, what can I say, I got a certain soft spot for truckers. I married one didn’t I?’ Walking over to where she sat, he bent his head and captured her mouth with his. The kiss was deep, penetrating and designed to set her on fire and as he drew back he saw that he had accomplished it very well. ‘Go put on some jeans and a shirt, we. I wish we would have kissed just the once so I could have the happy memory.For two whole years I thought about him, never spent a day without thinking about him. Went to bed thinking about him, dreamt about him, woke up thinking about him. Anyway, one night I was in a pub in town and I bumped into him and straight away all those feelings come back and my heart was racing. Oh fuck. He was gorgeous when we was at school but now…he was even better looking. He’d just got sexier and I…I was still in. Those old enough will remember the buses, green below the windows and off white from the windows up to where the sides rounded into the roof. Not airconditioned, cramped, with windows that went up and down, and belching diesel fuel exhaust.It was probably about 6 miles, but it took close to 40 minutes. Since I was at the end of the line I always got a seat, but within two blocks the bus was always full. I was a tall, lanky kid, brown/blondish hair, small facial features, and thick, full. The fact that I got shot up younger than most and retired from military life was certainly no excuse to exclude me from the others with assorted ills and issues. I remembered my mentor Sergeant Noble calling it the lineup of sick, lame or wounded going down on the “or accounted for” column on the morning report.There was the usual little clique of volunteers that always filled me a sense of gratitude for their efforts to make like a little easier for the ones that were either stumbling or.