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"And that my dears is what I like to call, the vanishing act" Martha said sitting back as the bus set off.

They couldn't believe how chaotically well that went, at one point they ran past one of them standing on a bench, right by him! Big bearded and brawny man, Esteban had a good look at him in the pass-by.

"That fella on the bench seemed the leader type" he said peeking out the window to the station behind them then turned forward "The day will come where I get him alone, and I'll pull his fingers off his hands"

"Well deduced my dear, he might have been the head of your ever persistent snake" Martha said clasping his arm in a loving fashion.

The girls sitting across them covered their smiles as his face blushed.

"Remember not to drop the act no matter what, at any given time you are an old man, you have a back problem, and you sometimes forget things"