Andy stood before her, tall at over six feet, aged around thirty. He had black curly hair and dark eyes. His face was not handsome in a beautiful sens..., but when he smiled it lit up the room. He’d dressed in a black leather jacket, check working shirt, and jeans. He looked at her lying back, breathing raggedly, eyes heavy-lidded, mouth dry with anticipation. Andy’s eyes moved down her body, opening wide as he noticed her hard nipples, her splayed legs, and the damp patch in her pajamas. She was. She needed to clear her head. She got up and went to the dresser to get a night gown. Her mind drifting in and out of the scenario he had described so vividly in his story. Tina moved to the bathroom to get ready for bed, she looked in the mirror and her eyes widened. The red lingerie she had bought for a Valentine's gift to herself was in her hands. "Why on earth did you get that out of the drawer?" she asked her reflection. The image in the mirror stared confusedly at the lingerie too. Only a. I browsed through her profile and as it looked new, I ignored it considering it as a fake profile for 2 days. On the third day while browsing FB, I added her as a friend out of curiosity. After 2 hours at around 11 PM in the night, I got a message from her thanking me for accepting her friend request. I replied back with a general courteous message. We had a brief conversation that day introducing ourselves and our career. She was genuine person as she accepted that FB is not new for her and. "Everyone saw it!" Lupe spat. "I was the last kid to get on the bus. Everyone else was already seated and looking forward when he did it." Did the bus driver see it?" Anita asked."He's too fuc-, freakin' blind to drive if he didn't!" Lupe answered. "I wasn't 10 feet from him and Daquan made no effort to be quiet. The bus driver knew or he should have known."Anita nodded gravely."Have you witnessed any sexual acts on the bus previously?" Anita said."I just told you that every girl has to walk.