It was hot on the bus, no to say hot isn"t fair it was as if the air were thick, suzy' s yellow sundress was clung by sweat to her skin, her long golden hair pasted to her face some people fanned themselves with newspapers others wiped dampened brows with handkerchiefs every five mins, one man however was seemingly taking an unhealthy interest in suzy as thre ride went on, moving up seats towards the back of the bus where suzy and a farmer with his portly wife occupied the bench dead center of the aisle. the man finally walked down the aisle not stopping at any more seats staring lustfully at young suzanne it took a menaced look and an imperceptible nod of the head but nothing more for the farmer and his wife to pull a powder and get their asses to the fron t of that bus. The man was obviously an aboriginee unfortunately the he was type that gave the rest of the country the excuse to call indians nothin but a bunch of unemployed glue sniffing alcoholics. He stood buy suzy's guess at about 5'11 but wiry and corded with muscle

he had no shirt but a leather vest over top of his bare skin, he had dark skin so that on some parts of his arms you could barely make out some of the many prison tattos that littered his torso. the man rested his left hand on the hilt of what appeared to be a very large hunting knife

with his right he wound up her long hair from the back and twisted it into a tight knot around his hand.he slowly leaned towards her while she suirmed and thrashed about but the entire time his eyes never left hers they were emerald almost a glossy jade indescribably beautiful yet you could eas ily see thr cruelties the pain and the hunger in them. hHis long black hair was straight and looked like it had been lacquered black , he pulled suzy close and whispered to her in a gravelly voice "you, you're a peach aint you?"he then licked the side of her face suzy felt him pull the bowie knife out of his trousers and squeezed her eyes shut as hard as she could as he cut open the front of her cotton dress. There she was foetal position on a bus bench miles from home with her dresas torn wide open yet she still hadn't opened her eyes it seemed like an eternity waiting to be violated to be unconsensually penetrated by a complete stranger so she waited ...nothing .the last thing suzy remembers is two voices one the mean one the dark one said in his throaty percussion "what the fuck are you doing this isn't what"POP. suzy still conciously blinding herself had never quite heard a sound like that before, it could've been a firecracker, a car backfiring, a well hit ball in the summer leagues at home, she was just starting to think of home and how she longed to be there but upon realising she was not just wet but soaked she lost all thoughts of home. Suzy's dress never wouldve past for yelllow she was attired in shreddy blod y rags with clots of coagulated blood and brain matter, the bus was on the side of the road with a well dressed man talking to the driver and at one point handing something 0ver
to him. He had given her an exttra shirt to wear that he had in his luggage.