At least I think it was him.I figured he just needed to pee but obviously it wasn't that. He walkedover to me and said, "Ta da!" If I didn't know it w...s him I'd not haverecognized him. He was dressed in a girl's school uniform. The wholeoutfit. A white blouse that had a St. Mary's Catholic Elementary emblemon it, a plaid and pleated skirt that came to just above his knees. Whiteknee socks and shiny black shoes that had a single strap across the top.He had on a wig but I couldn't see much makeup. She was a little rounder, and didn’t have Wonder Woman’s slender waist, but her ass was spectacular, and those boobs…. oh, those boobs! I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. Her blouse was open to the point where I could almost see her bra, but not quite. It was tantalising to say the least. Every movement seemed to make my view of her cleavage a priority, bending and leaning directly in front of me. “Do you like them Michael?” she asked.I was brought out of my fascination with a start. I was 7. We just side-stepped onto the pavement as they were walking on the street. They seemed the usual noisy bunch of youngsters – a regular sight in Mumbai in Saturday nights. We didn’t bother about them and kept walking without looking at them. They too didn’t seem too bothered about us. And moreover Jyoti does not catch too much of attention as she dresses simply.I heard one of them whistling. We just ignored, as we thought they must be in good mood, and just being loud among playful among. We need to be absolutely certain that there are no serious aftershocks coming, before I even think of releasing you, but I understand where you're coming from."There are some very serious gentlemen from the Federal Government outside dying for to tell them that you are up to being questioned. You are fragile from the shock of the impact, and brutal concussion you suffered, so let's give it until tomorrow and then those gentlemen I mentioned before will have their chance to ask you about last.