Thankfully, for me, none of the seriously injured on the left side of the bus were conscious, so my moving them around to treat them did not cause any...additional pain. One other malady everyone I looked at had was a concussion from their faces slamming into the back of the seat in front of them.The injured on the right side fared far worse with the first survivor I found being eight rows back. What I found in front of the eighth row suggested none of them had survived. Rosemarie, the only. ’ ‘To hell with it then,’ I said, stepping out onto the porch. ‘I don’t give a shit what you do.’ He was swearing when I closed the door behind me. Even though I was walking to Anthony’s, I had my truck keys in my jeans pocket. I didn’t trust Dad not to swipe them and decide he could drive to the store by himself. It was growing dark that Saturday evening, and I enjoyed the brisk walk up the road. The air outside was fresh and clean, unlike the stuffiness of the house I shared with Dad. When I. Kartik stood outside holding his dick as if he was masturbating by watching me through the keyhole. I slapped him. He pushed me inside the bedroom shut the door and locked it. Since Shanti was at home, I didn’t scream at him but whispered fiercely as to what was he doing.He sat me down gently on the bed and sat on the floor near my legs.He apologized for whatever happened since morning. He then cupped my breasts with his hands. I slapped him again. He was not angry or irritated. “Di, I saw you. Up until then, anybody could have walked through the double doors and spotted us. The door was barely shut before his lips were on mine again and his hands were under my dress, clawing at my underwear. The Ted of my fantasies was a lot gentler, but this was unexpected and invigorating. “Is this how it went?” he asked, breathlessly, as he helped me unbutton his shorts. It was all such a mad rush, Every second I was more turned on. I just wanted him inside me. I didn’t care that it didn’t follow.