I havent seen anything. you people can adjust the clothing”. Malathi just ran down saying sorry to us. Pooja sobbed back “Rajesh, I am sorry. It w...s all my stupidity to tease you and i dont know how to face my mom now. she would be very hurt with what has happenned now”. I consoled Pooja that its not her fault, ” Let me go down to you mother and console before you face her”. She felt comfortable and retired to a shaded portion on the terrace. I went down into the house. Malathi was there. Her white blouse is tight on her torso, perhaps one button too many undone, accompanied by a slim black pencil skirt, long smooth legs, and black, medium heels that reflected the light on the ceiling fan above us. Elegant, beautiful, professional, her moderately freckled cleavage difficult to ignore, her red lipstick still morning-fresh. She pauses and looks at me, dressed just the opposite to her—a black tank top, no bra, running shorts and bare feet. My glasses rest on the bridge of my. To be honest I did not want to enter it now, but somehow with Tania I had the courage to enter Wendy’s room.It was dusty, and there were cobwebs, not as bad as I’d expected, the bedclothes, however, were another matter, six years of . . . well no use I suppose, meant that as I moved the bedspread it ripped in my hands.“Whose room is this?” Tania asked, taking in the dolls sitting on the dressing table and the overall pinkness of the room.“Wendy’s, I’ve never been in here since she was taken. At the corner, she snatched some flowers from a bush and put them in my hair. She made me mince along and teased me about how I looked, how my slip was showing and how funny it would be to dress me up this way for Melissa. She kept leading me further away from her house. When I said I'd go back alone, she reminded me the house was locked and she had the key. Finally, we reached a major intersection. There was almost no traffic at that hour. So Kim designed a little task for me to humiliate.