“But I cannot go around calling you Detective Valerievna.”“Why not?” she asks as the look of confusion warps her face.“Because it is simply ...too long,” he says. “I mean imagine me going around saying, ‘What do you think, Detective Valerievna?’ or ‘See what we have here, Detective Valerievna?’ It’s quite a bit to say.”“But that is my name,” the woman says, even more confused.“I know that,” Curtis says, his smirk morphing into a full smile. “Which is why, if you insist on using titles and all that. Another member of the family is taking a little longer."Good morning, Jeanette," I said, "it's nice to see you. Did you enjoy your trip?" G'morning, Vi. Great to see you. On a bus in winter? Nice to be here, though." I slipped the waffle on her plate and sat down. Bob moved over to make his own, stealing a big piece of mine in the process. I didn't mind. I'd put boysenberry jam, which he hates, on it."Now children," Jeanette continued, "it's Christmas Eve. Santa has loaded his sled already, and. I’ll tell you about it when I get back.”Looking decidedly uncomfortable, Ryker said, “I don’t talk about this stuff with anyone.”“You have talked to Aaron.”“In absolute confidence and under the threat of death if he lets anything out that will cause a scandal.”“Well, I’m not asking to cause anyone harm. I can ask Aaron, but I’d rather hear about it from you, and not second hand. You can threaten me with death if you want. I won’t tell.”Looking at his watch, Ryker started by explaining to me. She managed to slip from her sodden panties without any of the bus’s other occupants even beginning to suspect what had occurred on the backseat. Chloe had then allowed her piss saturated underwear drop to the large pee puddle on the stained floor, staring at the mess with the memories of the experience replaying in her mind. Desperate for another thrill she had quickly grabbed her water bottle from her bag and took repeated mouthfuls until it was empty. She had then waited with urgent.