‘No, providing this is going to be an amicable parting.’ ‘I don’t see why not,’ she said. ‘Right, same lawyer and rapid conclusion is wha... I want.’ ‘Good,’ she said, smiling softly, the edge of hostility I’d seen on her in recent months all but gone. I excused myself and got the list of things I wanted from the house. ‘I’ve made a list – you all me to take these things and you can have everything else and you can also have the car.’ ‘You always were a calculating, methodical bastard,’ she. After all, it was years after the end of World War I and women were still second class citizens everywhere one went.The eye-opener for the young university student was when she attended the Liverpool Woman's Discussion Group and found so many other like-minded females with her same train of thought. In all truth, she felt a little like a fish out of water because she was so internally submissive and willing to submit to the will of the male-oriented society that it was difficult for her to even. So coming to story me and my mom were going to a relative marriage but we missed our bus so we were at bus stop with luggage we were searching for another bus we got to know that their is one sleeper empty so we went inside the bus but it was non a/c sleeper bus. Mom told me to occupy the sleeper it was a single sleeper I went and slept mom was sitting near conductor seat.After 3 hours I sleeper got empty the conductor said “Madam ek sleeper khali ho gya hai aap chahe to waha jaa sakti ho”Mom. He was easy to get along with, good sense of humor, and he complimented me on my physical shape, which boosted my ego no end. I rather got the impression that he might be bisexual, as he his gaze was often prolonged, and I noticed he often looked at my cock. He told me he was getting into wrestling and was aiming to make the college team. He was just spending a few weeks on the coast before heading back to school. He said he’d been having a great time with Pamela, which I took to mean that.