But that was not important. Subconsciously, I knew that nothing could be done for Sofia, as there had been several hits to her back, and I noticed tha... she did not breathe any more. Her eyes were now so empty. So empty. Empty.I carefully lowered her to the ground, and closed her eyes. I also noticed that there was blood in my hands and her eyelids became bloody, too. Damn, I knew that I'd need to clean them later as she always wanted to look pretty for me. I looked at the fallen motorbike and. I was often surprised we got on so well. He was rightly proud ofhis career and of being the first black man that his agency had promotedto publisher. He often told me that signing me was a big part of that butI had no doubt he would have made it no matter what life had put in hispath. He was just that type of person.I was almost the perfect contrast to him. Pallid skin, a little out ofshape and with a scruffy beard and matching haircut. Physically the onlythings we had in common was both of us. "I have to be dreaming," Katrina's voice echoedfrom my lips.I stood a few moments still gazing at my image. My reflection was thatof my wife. The temptation was too much for my male mind. My hands beganto wander. First I touch my breasts delicately. I am surprised, by thesensitivity of the breasts to my touch. My hands pause, and thencontinue to caress lightly each breast. Next my right hand moves downpast my tummy, to my small waist. I hesitate for a moment, afraid ofwhat I may find. My hand. The wires had spade ends on them but were not connected. I used my Kbar and cut the wires going through the floor then picked up the batteries and put them outside the bus along with the control box.Back on the bus, I looked around for another control point while walking up and down the aisles of the bus. I didn't see anything, so I went back up to the driver's seat to move the bus. Once the bus was moved to the other side of the parking area, I saw a large stack of boulders that I thought.