She didn't need to whisper, or adopt some weak falsetto, she was very natural."I was wondering if I could buy you a drink." I offered and I wouldn't h...ve been totally surprised if she turned me down, but I was very glad when she didn't."Sure, that would be great." She nodded and her eyes were bright. "Maybe we could sit over there." She gestured to an empty little booth and I took her hand, helping her stand up. She was wearing a little red miniskirt and a loose tank top with an orange bikini. His father divorced Madhu when he realized his son was retarded. So the responsibility fell upon her to raise Sanju all by herself.But today his simple-minded son came sobbing through the door because someone in our neighborhood made fun of how he is never going to get a girl in his life.Madhu tried to console him but he didn’t stop crying. She hugged him tightly and kissed him on his cheeks to show her support. Sanju responded to the hug by holding her tightly and started caressing her ass. . good. The odd feeling he'd feltsince waking up faded and he felt ... happy. The idea of putting it on... appealed to him.It took a lot of willpower to pull his hand back and go over to the maleclothes.Then the odd feeling came back, only strong enough for him to recognizeit.It was grief.Utter, total, grief and sadness. It was like the day he'd learned herparents had died, only even worse than that.Unable to stand it, he had gone back over to the female clothes, andtouched them again.The grief. Many had come up our way over the last few days, we let them be as they circled the fence. Then, carefully, we'd let in one-at-a-time through the gate. We didn't try to pair them up with a like-sized person, if it was your turn you got what you got.Being generally shorter, except for Payton, the girls were having a tough time with a one-shot kill; Zed's arms were too long. The girls learned to hack off an arm or two first, then go for the kill. Or kick them in the knee so Zed fell down. Then it.