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mummy's not here" Shouko Hamada said diminutively. "Any other of you kids
on your own?" One other raised Shouko's little arm. "Ok babies. Did
you see what that lady did to your little friend Paula out there?
You did? Well, unless you want the same treatment you're going to
come and sit with me, and make me feel good. The rest of you
cunts better get started, the clock's started bitches!"
The two girls walked to the front of the bus, while the various
mothers made a dash for the crate. They fought over various
garments before returning to their seats, and starting to explain
to their children the need to do what the driver asked.
The two little girls tentatively approached the driver. Both wore
the little uniform gymslips that left most of their girlish legs
exposed, with little frilled ankle socks and black shiny shoes on
their young feet. The older of the pair looked to be about 11,
while the younger one couldn't have been over 7.
"What's your names kids?" asked the driver.
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