"Why, do you like to pull boy's hair?" I teased."No... , my mother told me, I should be nice to everyone."Feeling properly put into my place as the gu...ilty party, I said nothing. But, there was something about the child-like innocent way this little brown haired girl addressed me that made me feel badly about having teased her."Okay, I'll try to be nice," I teased.Next day she and her little friend boarded the bus and again took a seat just in front of me. Immediately they started chattering. I pull the blankets up over myself and shimmy down so they cover me to my shoulders. I feel her roll over and slide down. Without a word, I stretch my left arm out and she slips into the available space and presses herself against me.Her breasts press into my lower chest, she throws a leg over my legs and I can feel the heat coming from between her legs. I bend my arm and my fingertips find her warm, soft back and I rub, trying to touch her as gently as possible. She groans and I smile. She. I turned off the engine and leaned back in my seat. It groaned beneath me. I glanced at my phone in its clip on my dashboard. It was plugged in, the screen on. There was a text from my wife.“We're about to land. Fifteen minutes or so. Got to turn my phone off now. Can't wait to see you.” It was followed by several kissy and heart emojis.I snagged my phone, glancing at the Editing Reality app on my screen. Temptation spilled through me. I could keep this secret. She wouldn't be mad about. Do we know who else has this information?”“Nobody,” I answered again. “At least nobody that I can ascertain.”Ben shifted his jaw to the left and appraised me. Then he nodded slowly.“OK, I think that answers all my questions,” he said after a moment. “So, for now, we’re the only player in the game. That’s good. Nobody is going to jump on this without considering the ramifications.”“Like I would have,” Lucas said, offering his wry grin.“If this had hit our hands Friday, I’m not sure we wouldn’t.