Can't a girl get fixed up once in a while without getting the second degree from her daughter? Don't forget you're still in the dog house for stealing...something that doesn't belong to you, so keep that in mind before you get lippy." Sorry mom, I just thought you looked really nice with your hair and make-up all done, and is that a new dress?" Yes, it is, do you like it?" Lauren asked, twirling around in her dress. It was light and pretty with a cinched waist that accented her natural. "I mean why would you marry a fat coward like this, a man who fights against his own kind?"She sniffed. "My father and he are friends. I had no say in the matter. I think he gave my father some money and a keg of whisky." Do you want me to kill him, cut out his liver?" I asked her with a smile as I slid my hand up her plump thigh."No, no," she said quickly, looking from one of us to the other and putting her hand down atop mine under the table."Bring some beer," I said loudly, and the serving. "You look so mature now, girls. Separate your fingers for me honey.Sorry I ran down here when I realized I forgot to put these on you,"said Claire ,pulling Mike in front of the floor length mirror. "Take itin girlfriend while I add the final touch."Mike's chest pounded even harder now as Claire rolled a white glove uphis left arm. He stood watching as she straightened the gloves on hislower bicep before repeating the process on the right arm. He stoodmotionless, studying himself as he noticed. Swerving into traffic, I nearly lost my balance bumping into the gentleman in front of me. He turned, smiled and said, “I haven’t seen you before. Are you new to the bus ride?” “Yes” I replied, “It’s my first day on the job.” The gentleman behind me said, “Hang on tight, Missy, you’re in for a ride today. This driver isn’t called mad Max for nothing’” As I grabbed for the bar, I felt a hand on my thigh and some pressure against my bum. A knee? A hand? Deliberate, or an accident, I couldn’t.