It was warm in the back of the bus.
I was sitting by the window as the bus rolled and rocked down the highway,
wearing a cotton summer dress.
Going to New York City, but I can't remember why.
Silently, the man sitting beside me
unzipped his pants,
and pulled out his penis.
It stood up almost straight in the air,
and he moved his hands up and down on it as the bus swayed
on the highway.
I looked around, but there were no other seats on the bus.
The man moaned and came in his lap.
Out the window, cars streaked by on the Massachusetts turnpike.

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