“I have money in my bag that you can have but the bus fare container is sealed and that can only be removed at the depot!”“Shut the fuck up you ...illy bitch!” Came the firm reply. “We don’t want your fucking money!”Gaby cautiously stole another glance at the man who was playing with the knife.“Turn left here!” He suddenly said and without thinking Gaby turned the bus, realising that the road she was now on headed out of town and in the opposite direction to the depot.The road got quieter as. . not in so many words””Why do you want to see my prick?” I asked. She shrugged and then leant forward. The length of the sofa was between us, and she crossed it on her hands and knees with the lithe grace of a predatory feline. ”Let me see it.” It was a command rather than a plea. I stared into her eyes, and they were implacable. Demanding. I blinked and stood up. She knelt back on her heels to watch as I kicked off my jeans and boxers. I sat down again with my back to the wall, facing her. And Dad never did say another word about it!!!!! THE END Post Script: I nursed and nurtured those baby bunnies round the clock, every six hours, for two full weeks. But they were wild creatures, and in their own instinctual innocence, they would bite me, and claw me, and seemingly fight against me, even though I was trying to save their precious little lives. And the huge carton they were in could not hold them, because the box was a full 3′ tall, and those little critters, at now nearly 4′ in. "What were you doing?" she accused.I looked at her and said simply, "We were on a date." A date!" she screeched.I nodded and still sat calmly in my place."You have no right! We're married! What made you think you could?"I got up and got a drink from the kitchen and sat back down. She still stood, glaring at me, expecting my answer."Why would you care?" I asked.She gaped at me. "We're married!" You want a divorce, don't you?"She nodded unsure about her voice."You said you don't love me, right?".