The Bus Stop Pt. VIII
And with our silent spasms in the night, we could awaken the deepest, darkest, primal instincts of mankind. No, even deeper than that. Before even man existed. And our bestial fervor would then be at unrest, until the inhuman hungering was satisfied.
I shifted in my seat, casually itching my crotch in hopes that my arousal wasn’t too obvious. I shook these thoughts from my head and stopped the bus. We had made it to our destination. I opened the door and let them out. All of the kids, freshmen and seniors alike, piled out of the bus and into the high school.