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into the bus. My heart stopped, and I’m sure my mouth fell open. She smiled at me, and I smiled back, then she sat in the seat across from me. I’m sure she noticed I was staring at her, I couldn’t help myself. I was trying to figure out how old she might be. Some place in the neighborhood of sixteen to eighteen, I’m thinking. Her breasts were about thirty six -d Her waist was about 24, and her hips was about thirty two or three. What ever it was it looked good to me. I was wondering whether to try and make conversation with her or not. She was so pretty, she may not talk to me. "What’s your name?" I asked, "my name is Jim." She looked at me and smiled, "It’s Sally