I think this was worse for him than for me.I think this was worse for him than for me. We swung onto the bus, and I slipped ahead of Tom along the central aisle. As we pushed past standing men I could see some of them looking at me in open appreciation. This itself was OK, but I always felt a slightLY nervous knot in the pit of my stomach when this happened. I was careful not to push into these men, though most were perhaps more appreciative than threatening. Tom shrugged as I turned. It looked like standing room only this morning, and I reached up grab the leather loop, and encircled my hands in them. Tom typically grabbed the two metal bars and faced forward. |