Part 84 (2/2)

I forced my eyes away from Jane and glanced back at the red-head across from me. She gave me a dirty look, had seen me staring at Jane. I flushed.

A familiar scent washed over me. Every girl has her own wonderful scent and the sense of smell is perhaps the strongest for evoking memories. I looked up from the red-head just quickly enough to see the long legs pa.s.s by me, walking easily in low comfortable shoes. I knew it was her before I saw the blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, the tall voluptuous body in jeans and a light sweater. I breathed in her scent, not believing the twists of fate that happen.

The blonde walked by me without a flash of recognition. No reason for her to recognize me. I breathed a sigh of relief, but the thoughts began immediately. Both of those girls wanted to remember. They wanted to meet me on the real timeline. Here we were, by some unfathomable twist of destiny.

What could I say?

”h.e.l.lo, Christi ... Jane. You don't know me, but you made wonderful s.e.x slaves ...”

If I wasn't locked up immediately, I would get a good slap. Probably two. And perhaps I'd get the joy of being locked up *and* slapped. A good slap from the women that until so recently feared my hand as much as they loved it. I couldn't. There was no way.

”Excuse me? Mind if I sit down?” the blonde girl's musical voice inquired near the back of the bus. It was still as beautiful as I remembered it. I looked up again as though her voice was directed at me which it wasn't.

The pet.i.te brunette girl looked up from her book, nodding easily. The blonde settled down beside the girl I thought was Jane, crossing her legs demurely. My heart ached at the sight of the girls together. I could still remember the soft touch of their skin against mine before I let them go.

My stop came and went. It was of no concern to me. I watched them as surrept.i.tiously as I could.

The last stop was announced. A transfer point. The girls both rose to their feet, smiling to one another. Same stop friends. As they walked by me, the blonde girl flashed one of her easy smiles to me. I smiled back, my heart hammering in my chest.

”Hey, isn't that you?” the brunette pointed at the advertis.e.m.e.nt I'd noticed earlier.

”Yeah, but don't hold it against me. I don't even like Oh Henry's,” the blonde smiled back at the smaller girl as they moved past, was.h.i.+ng me with the mixture of their scents. The scents that I remembered so very clearly.

”I'm Jane,” the brunette extended her small hand to the taller blonde.

”Christi.” the blonde flashed her radiant smile at Jane, taking her hand in greeting as they stepped off the bus.

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