To top it all off, my phone battery was fried, so simply booking an uber home also wasn't an option available to me.I was exhausted and already quite ...ored of Oxford Street so I reluctantly climbed aboard the N207 night bus to make my way home. I knew it'd take forever and the bus was literally packed, even at this time, but at least I was on my way. Plus I was starting to get some unwanted attention from the puke stained conveyor belt of nightly drunk men passing me by...I was happy to be on. While Mr. C seemed completely focused on his conversation with Rod, Kelly felt him stripping and fucking her with his eyes. Yes, she was embarrassed just seeing a teacher outside of work (kids…) but she just knew that by only looking at her he surely knew that she had been fucking everyone and cheating on her boyfriend and ran naked outside and all of it in just his stare.Whether they meant to or not, Rod and Mr. C had positioned themselves in the aisle, both staring at Kelly who was backed up. The soft blue and white color scheme wasused on the bed. A large blue and white striped cushion sat at the headof the bed. All I could smell was fresh paint.Mrs. Cransen seemed to read my thoughts: "It was painted and redone thismorning. It's nice, isn't it?" she said.I looked around, and said, "It's kind of child like, isn't it?" Mrs. Cransen said, "Nonsense, Matthew. The soft colors are soothing-tohelp you sleep. Besides, it's not like its pink or anything. Now, myhusband will soon be home. . what she had allowed to happen, she was much too embarrassed and, yes, guilty to face him. She had to think. She had never done anything like that in their ten years of marriage. She had never strayed and she was pretty sure James hadn’t either. Now, all that had changed. She had fucked another man ... a black man, and more importantly she had enjoyed it. There was no denying that. Could she hide what happened from him? And, what about going forward ... could she control herself and not go.