One of the women whispered to Auntie, and I sense a sort of tension in our little group.Then Auntie whispered to me, and now I really WAS blushing, bu... SO excited too. Auntie had told me to undo some of the buttons at the bottom of my dress. And so I did.I pushed the skirt apart so everyone could see my legs."Open your legs, dear," one of the women said.I looked up at Auntie, and she nodded, and so I did what the woman had said, and now they could all see my knickers!Well, one thing leads to. She screamed at my wife and said how could she. She looked at me and started to apologize. I held up my hand as a signal for her to stop. She didn’t do anything wrong. In fact honey, what I’m going to say now is much harder , kinda humiliating, peverted, and weird.As I said : we’ve fought, cried, got sick, and really turned on. Keep in mind that the decision will be yours to make. We only ask that you hear everything we have to say before you say anything. Your parents could really get into. He saw me, and his scowl deepened."I hoped I'd seen the last of you, Greenway. I heard you had come into a fortune, and I would have expected you to buy a commission away from these farm boys." He gave me a sardonic, mirthless, smile. "Oh, I forgot. You are nothing but a plough boy yourself, and therefore feel perfectly at home in this regiment of country bumpkins."With that parting shot he left the mess.I was sitting with Billy Bassett, who looked amazed at what he had heard."Who the devil was. Then they are your world.People who take the bus are involved in the real nitty gritty of life. They are down and dirty, sometimes literally, with what it takes to struggle on another day. Nobody takes the bus because they like it. Not even the drivers. For these people the bus is the only reason they aren't walking, or hitch hiking. It's not because they're weird, or oddballs or anything like that. It's simply because they don't have the means to own a car, or fly, or take the train. They're.