The bus entered under the trees and seemed to weave its way down into a valley. “Now stop!”Gaby pulled the bus to a stop.“Put off the engine!�...�She complied waiting nervously.“Open the cab!”Gaby started to tremble now. As much as it was only a plastic partition between her and her assailant the cab was her only protection from him, and the others, and the knife.“I said open the fucking cab you fat cunt!” The man almost spat the words out as he spoke and Gaby turned to see the anger in his. Still, it had taken four days of leisurely driving to get back to Wychbold from Utah, dragging the Geo Tracker behind them, of course. Once Roger had gotten over his snit about Fords or nothing, he agreed it made pretty reasonable sense, and he figured he might as well let Catalina win one once in a while. They'd taken a couple days to unload some of the summer gear from the new motor home, and load some carpentry tools, although Roger doubted much would be needed besides the power tools.The. " And I AM," Sarah insists."Do- do you find, you know, other women attractive?" I ask, makingSarah groan with frustration."Seriously, Nikki, we've been going out for five years and engaged foralmost one. Why so insecure?" Sarah asks, making me groan."I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I sigh."Apology accepted," Sarah whispers, kissing my slender neck from behindand having a quick play with my belly button. "But to answer yourquestion, from a 'look but don't touch' perspective, I can...'Appreciate'. We walked back to the house arm-in-arm, and she headed back to the coach house while I poured some bourbon and went to the back yard to relax before bed. Sofia and Kara both came to sit with me, each with a mug of tea. It was nice just sitting quietly together, enjoying the cool late-summer evening.The rest of the days of the week flowed together, with breakfast with my sister, work, karate, and more work in the evenings, plus daily calls to Jessica. On Thursday, Dave had given Cindi diskettes.