Theyappeared to be dead before they hit the ground.Beth turned her attention to Maggie, who was now unconscious.Beth called frantically for help. She ...ooked up and saw severalagents, in all black combat gear approaching swiftly out of thedark. Each had a nasty looking submachine gun fitted with asilencer.One of the men approached and radioed for medical assistance. Theteam quickly cleaned up the bodies, and in a moment it lookedlike a single car accident. The SUV and Mercedes were quicklydriven. "Are you okay?" I think so..." it was me!! "I can talk!!" I said, astonished."Of course you can talk! Why shouldn't you be able to talk?" But... it's I mean... I'm..." I took a couple of swallows and triedagain. "I'm just recovering from vocal surgery," I explained."But..." I continued, "this voice...! I sound much too high!"* * *I put away all of my new clothes that evening, carefully arrangingeverything by color and style. It felt amazing to have a new wardrobe.For the first time in... well,. Bombay was more progressive then many parts of India, but there were still strict expectations of Indian girls’ behavior. Sonali held tightly to the bar as the bus ground to a halt. A press of bodies slammed into her from behind and she was forced to press back against them in order to avoid being thrown out the doors when they opened. Even as a flood of people pushed past her to get off she held her ground. Her stop wasn’t for quite some time but there was no way she was going to miss it. And, the norm, for me, would be to slip them off when I get in from work, along with my suspenders. I suspect a lot of these “faked” ones are done by men with the woman’s knowledge. We don’t just get naked. Well, I don’t. It starts slowly, chaps, no rush !There’s no set format to it, either. I would tend to touch my breasts through my clothing. One hand straying to my belly and, again, through my clothes, just apply a little pressure, with my fingers, down towards my pussy. I may lift my skirt.