He was still lucid enough to realize that this wasn't the answer. But he poured another shot just for good measure, before there was a knock on his do...r.He ignored it. He really didn't feel like company right now. He continued to look out the window, but there came another knock. If there was one thing that irritated Ressler, it was an unanswered phone or door. So much for ignoring it. He was already considering opening the door when he heard Keen's voice on the other side."Ressler... ?He. She was asking what had happened having seen the broken windowfrom the street.Then she looked at the box. About twice the size of a shoe box. Ifnothing else it had been a fairly strong throw to get it through thewindow..."Hey, did you see these weird symbols scratched on this box?" What? No, let's have a look. Oh, great! Probably some curse orsomething. For a woman not wanting me to judge her as a gypsy could shehave done anything more stereotyped than a gypsy curse?" Her name wasn't Pandora. My forefingers are tickling his small hairs on the thighs. I waited for his reaction, he did not move or showed any signs of objection.This and the darkness in the bus gave me courage to proceed further. I slowly pushed my hand towards his balls and could touch the warm and tight ball sac as he did not wore any underwear. Slowly I cupped his hairy balls and pressed them smoothly. I could feel his heavy breathing and a small sweet moan came from his mouth. He moved closer to me and fully turned. We dried off and joined Bee as she was finishing a bowl of Honey Cheerios. Zena had some of the sweet cereal while I had some hot oatmeal with the help of the microwave. We gave Bee a kiss goodbye and she promised to call Zena this afternoon.When we were dressed and ready to go, Zena said she was going to take her car as she had to go to a couple of different locations later today. She took off as Betty was coming in the door for the laundry. It's almost funny that I felt embarrassed that I was.