Normally the bus was half full when Cathy boarded it for the trip home.One evening when she boarded the bus it was empty except for an older man, Ivan... and her. The older man was in his late 50's and smelled of cheap vodka. Unknown to Cathy it was that way on purpose. Ivan had been watching Cathy for months. He had decided that she would be his and quickly put together a plan to have her. He made a deal with the dispatcher to have his route covered expect for Cathy's stop. The dispatcher agreed. You think I want to lose her?"She cocked her head. "You left her behind before." And then without pausing for a second, her eyes narrowed and she scowled at me. "So where did you go all this time?"I sighed. "Europe." Eee..." Mom hissed. "You lucky I didn't have a heart attack. I TOLD you I would have a heart attack if you ever left the country without telling me!" Mooom," I groaned. I rubbed my forehead. This was going nowhere. To stay here and continue arguing with her would be a waste of. The bullocks were driven back to the rift; they would supplement their rations. The dead were stripped of anything valuable and quickly buried. David rode the magnificent black stallion back to the camp, ordering the saddle and saddlebags to be taken to his quarters. Back at the rift he questioned the wounded Uhlans after finding one who spoke English. It seemed they were under the command of Count Rupert Von Hassinberg, the Captain who had been killed. That night the Uhlans were sent back to. I pressed myself back against her, feeling the electricity course through my body at the thought, and nodded breathlessly.We sprinted into the nearest changing room, and each grabbed an armful of jeans to try on. After a hurried look around the store, we headed towards the changing rooms and went to an empty one in the middle of the hallway. I hadn't even heard the door click shut when my mother pounced.She pushed me against the side of the stall and crushed my lips with her like we hadn't been.