Shed always go back there and mess around with them, while I stayed there just listening to my ipod. They all sat in the back of the bus I ususally sa...t somewhere in the middle. Our bus driver was this creepy old Spanish guy Carlos, he was gross, in his 40s and had long shaggy hair and a scraggy beard. We used to always fuck with him throwing paper balls at him and shit and call him names. He hated us. Hed always yell at us and we would all laugh at him. Since I was always the last stop he would. Though they were not prepared to pay a million marks, the settlement was very reasonable, and my mother accepted gratefully. They also gave her a medal. The certificate read: "In the name of the Führer and Supreme Commander of the Wehrmacht I award to Abwehr Assistant Muriel Henker the Iron Cross First Class. Signed (illegible), Berlin 1 August 1944." Congratulations, mother, there's not many English boys can say their mother has got one of those," I told her. A German archaeological team spent. I considered a thousand different things to say, without finding the magic combination of words that would be safe and still tell me what I wanted to know.I finally told her, "well, the course covers the fundamentals of basic algebra, so there really isn't anything you can skip and make up for with other material." Not very sexy, I know, but I couldn't afford to make a mistake."Oh. I see." Her voice had a flat tone of dejection in it. After a moment, she tried again. "What about if I came over. ”Just then the hostess came along and told us that we could unfasten our seatbelts and walk about if we wished. Then she asked us if she could get us a drink or anything else. She then opened one of those ceiling lockers and got a small case out.“Perhaps you would care to pass the time using one of these?” She asked.We ordered some orange juices and as she went to get them I said, “Walk around; ha, there’s more room in our kitchen.”We laughed and Skye opened the case. We gasped a little as we.