Bus Ride - Part 1This bus is horrible, Gaby thought to herself as she sat in the cab of the No. 57. It seemed to chug and squeak at every turn and ha... no vah vah voom at all. Just a typical day! Gaby had only passed her bus driver test in the last few months and was still trying to get to grips with the job but she seemed to be consistently given the worst busses in the depot. A typical guy thing, she assumed, since she was the only female driver on duty this week. It just seemed to Gaby. He enjoyed it a lot more than Stacey did that’s for sure. It seemed like she was doing Dad a favor; after all he had been watching me fuck both girls all day long for the past five days. Hell I was almost worn out.I managed to get a good night’s sleep and was allowed to rest all day too and gain back my strength. I did a lot of fishing too for a couple of days. Stacey went with me to keep me company and to get away from Dad. She thought that he was just a dirty old man and the sex was not that. I came back here, cleaned up a little, ended up working as a day laborer about three days a week, more when I can get it. I took my first day’s pay and got a cheap cell phone. She was the only one I’ve called. We talk every other day. Her attendant told me one day it had taken years off her, that now she’s animated and takes an interest in things. She told me Mom bragged on me! Me!I’ve been living on the streets most of the last twenty years. When I heard what she said, I cut my hair, enrolled. ” Alan said.Helga walked up to Alan, her eyes turned down as she asked in a whisper, “you didn’t see me did you Alan? I really don’t want you to see the shame I went through in order to survive. I was nothing to them. Only a receptacle for their lustful wants. I don’t want you to see me that way. Alan.”“No Helga I didn’t, nor did I try to. What you did in the past shall stay there. I told you before I don’t want to reopen old wounds, old pain. Don’t forget I have my own pain, I’m not really.