”“What do you mean?”“I mean, We never broke up. He died.”“What?! What happened to him?”“I shot him…”I just looked at her for a sec...nd, then I told her that I didn’t fucking believe her. She then explained to me that the dude was very abusive; physically and emotionally. One day he gave her a brutal ass-beating and she woke up at Mass General with her eyes swollen shut, a bruised rib and a hernia; his blows to her midsection had burst her abdominal wall.She got out of the hospital that night,. Karl planted his mouth and sucked hard on the irritated cunt lips. Xalika stopped struggling when Karl licked the center of the slit and put little teeth nibbles on the side flaps. Ned maintained a steady pace of licks and little tooth pinches. Xalika relaxed her back and just savored the tingles in her groin. Her breathing changed rate and her moans got louder as she reached to hold Karl’s hands where he had her legs trapped against his chest. Her moans grew louder and her legs squeezed. His hair was thin and grey, sweeping lazily back over his head like the imaginary greener field everyone always sees on the other side of the fence. He was what some would call ‘wiry.’ He was thin, but not from lack of work. He had informed me that he was a carpenter, and I knew carpenters got quite a bit of work done. Judging from the part of his hand I could see, the skin was rough with wear and thick with callous. He immediately put you at ease. He was the dictionary definition of ‘kind old. The flight uniform attracts admiring glances, but for some people uniforms do that and strange to say I have never felt inclined to admire one.Bus journeys are boring affairs, especially from rural airports, and can last up to one and halve hours, just like this one will, but at least it's not full, so I can ease off a little and spread out.A fat balding man comes onto the bus and is talking to the driver, we are ready to depart and the back of the bus is empty, so it would be nice to have him.