An old white man

A frail old man wearing an orange jumpsuit and carrying a gun stared at Demi as she covered herself with her quilt “Whose back there?” shouted a voice from the front of the bus

The old man smiled “Some girl” he shouted back

Some more footsteps approached this time they belonged to a large young black man also wearing an orange jumpsuit and carrying a gun “Wow you weren’t kidding” he said

"who are you?" asked Demi

"Oh i'm sorry how rude of us, my names John" said the old man

"And i'm Chris" said the black man

“What do you want?” asked Demi nervously clutching her quilt

“Well darling first we’d like a ride out of here” said John

“Something’s wrong with the engine” said Demi

“Shit” exclaimed Chris as he punched the wall of the bus before spotting movement out the window “They know were here” he said before racing around the bus closing every curtain of every window

“We know you’re in there come out with your hands up” said a policeman over a megaphone

“We have hostages” shouted Chris

John could not take his eyes off Demi “You know I haven’t fucked a woman in over fifty years” he said, Demi looked at him wide eyed in shock

“Not now” said Chris

“What are your demands?” asked the policeman