The same girl got on the bus and sat a couple of rows in front of me. As the bus followed its route through the villages, gradually all the passenger... got off the bus, leaving just myself and the girl. She got up from her seat and moved towards the front of the bus, when just then there was a loud bang and the bus juddered to a halt. The driver tried in vain to restart the bus then called his dispatch to inform them of the fault. He was told it would be an hour before a mechanic could reach. I opened my eyes and was startled to find her standing over me.“Hey Anna, what are you doing?” I asked, still confused how she had not noticed her mistake immediately.“Shh,” she replied, staring down at me.“You’re in the wrong room, the guest bedroom is…” I whispered before being stunned into silence when she reached down and placed her hand on my groin over the sheet covering my body.“I said shh,” she scolded me, quietly.“What the fuck are you doing?!” I hissed, trying to be quiet.She didn’t. I was aware of how theskirt slid against my legs and how open I felt behind as I stooped andretrieved my clothes from the floor.I went back across the hall to Diane."Oh, you look great!" she cried. "This will be so much fun. So, nextFriday I want you to come by here early so you can change and I amgoing to put some make-up on you."She walked around me checking me out. "Your sneakers should be ok, eventhough it seems we are the same size clothes your feet are bigger thanmine but cheerleaders. Steve was home. And not alone. "Hi lover!" he’d beamed. He’d taken a second to look me up and down, standing before him visibly shaking and laying a brick in my panties. Without saying a word he’d come around from the back of the sofa. "Who are you fucking tonight?" he’d said, reaching out and fondling the contents of my knickers. Steve is not subtle. In fact he prides himself on his lack of diplomacy skills; bragging about how, and who, he’d upset that day in grisly infinite detail was his.