"Goes with the blonde hair, y'know."Terri smiled back. "Is it math again, Aunt Susan?" Yeah-huh, pTerri-dactyl." Thought it might be. Not much else fr...ightens you," my daughter said. "I know just what you need. Cindy'll be here. 'n' Nikki. That'll take care of the math stuff. An' Jason'll take care of the rest, huh?"Susan looked at me. Smiled. "I'm better." She took the hairclip out of her hair and shook her head, letting her hair fall into place. "How about a coke?"We split a can three ways.. People who wouldn't normally acknowledge each other's existence, much less talk to one another, pointed with fingers and jabbered on with half-truths, repetitious facts, and plain old opinion. The mood in the bus was heated and anti-government as the descriptions of the dead and wounded were recited by readers in different parts of the bus.Brendan felt a thread of hope when an old man tucked his cross back in his shirt. Perhaps the man had figured out that he was riding with a bunch of heretics. Some are women actually. But I can say, unequivocally that they are not typical or average. Being gay does not make one a pederast. I truly believe a pederast is a pederast. Someone lost in his perversion. Or her perversion, though I think it’s mostly male. Someone, like a serial rapist, whose sick desires override any compassion. If they had any, they would never be that cruel. Physically, and more importantly, psychologically destroying children. No good man would want to do that. No gay man. The train movements result in my hand brushing repeatedly against my cock which is now started to respond and I feel it slowly harden. Feeling guilty and slightly embarrassed at what she may be thinking, I try to shift to move my hand down by my side and off her bottom but can’t. Feeling me fidget she then tries to shift position and I’m now convinced she must think I’m a pervert and stroking her bottom. She then tries to turn as if to look at me and for the briefest second, I catch a glimpse.