The need for night vision goggles

So there I was, minding my own business, waiting for the bus to take me to good ol' Madras. The domino effect was in full swing - the first guy reclines his seat, and everyone behind him follows suite. As I was struggling to get my foot unwedged from the contraption of a seat in front of me, this girl walks in and notices that her seat is next to a guy. She promptly tells the cleaner to get her a seat next to a girl. I didn't know you could do something like that, but I guess in a country where all sorts of shit can happen, you can never be too safe.

The girl, her co-seated-girl, the dislocated guy, me and every one else get settled in for a bumpy night. That's when the Couple walk in. He and She are both hopelessly in love. They can't seem to let go of each other. I actually had to help the guy stow his bag away, coz he kept fumbling around with one hand for the bag, the other wrapped around Her substantial girth. They sit down, the bus starts, people start chewing paan, the usual. They hand out those god awful, itchy sheets. I stretch. I yawn. I sheet. I sleep.

I wake up to the cellphone of the dude next to me. He launches into a quick conversation, apologizes and goes back to sleep. And that's when I heard it. A low moan. A barely audible whisper. A giggle. Clothes rustling. I look around and through the corner of my eye I see His hand, sneaking under Her sheet. Her eyes are closed and before I could turn around, She lets out a moan. She slaps his hands. He takes a cue, his hands become brave. The moans continued for a while and I suspect that they woke up a few people. But surprisingly, no one said anything. They rise to a crescendo of low decibel, primal moans and abruptly come to a panting halt. And I just sat there, wondering, wow ! People actually do this on a bus !??! Surrounded by others, here is this man, climaxing his partner ! I forced my eyes shut, trying not to hold my sheet too close, eyeing stains on my sheet in a new light now.

I saw them again on the way back. And this time, they were sitting ahead of me. And they were at it again ! AGAIN ! I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Moans and rustling clothes and the soft sounds of agony. I exaggerate not. I wholly understand that the public nature of the place and all that increases the excitement, and whats more, its none of my business WHERE his fingers are... but isn't this a bit too much though ?

Really now, think of the children !