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The Public Bus's Back Seat

... up my handbag and gave the stranger one final look before I started moving towards the door of the bus.

I could feel all the eyes of the passengers following me as I moved towards the door. As soon as I stepped out of the bus, I pulled out my phone from my handbag. There were over ten missed calls and twenty unread messages all from Mike. I was dialing his number to call him when my phone started ringing again. It was Mike.

“Mike, I told you I’d be there in an hour,” I shouted immediately after I received the call.

“It’s over two hours now,” he replied from the other side of the call.

“Oh Mike, I’m sorry. The bus had some puncture and that is the main reason why I have not made it in time,” I replied in a soft tone.

“So where are you now?” Mike asked.

“I’m in… I do not know. There are some tall buildings here. I’m confused, Mike,” I replied sounding confused.

“Don’t tell me you have forgotten the way to my house,”

“I have not forgotten the way to your house, Mike, I will be there in less than ten minutes, I promise,” I replied and hung up the phone.

It took me over thirty minutes to travel back to Mike’s house from where I had alighted. By the time I reached there, he had called me around twenty times and sent over ten text messages.

“You are messed up, have you been mugged?” Mike asked, ushering me to his house.

“No, Mike, I have a slight headache. I have had a terrible day,” I replied, stepping into his sitting room.

“Your skirt is too short and wet; your butt cheek is all in the display,” Mike commented, looking at me from the back.

“Just the way you like it, baby,” I replied, trying to force a sexy look on my face.