She was sitting down on the couch when he asked. She told him that she had some fresh lemonade in the fridge and to get him a glass and to bring her a...glass also. He went into the kitchen, he'd been there enough to know where everything was located and poured two glasses. Taking a small vile of the liquid he'd gotten he poured it into hers and carried them back out handing her the d**gged one.As she drank he watched her intently looking at the swell of her full firm white tits beneath the. The first thing, of course, were the tigers."Isn't it sad?" she said as we looked at the beautiful animal through the glass. "He's all alone in there. He has, like, about the same amount of room as if we were locked in our houses and could never go out. He should be roaming over miles and miles of terrain that he rules and instead he's here in a glass cage." Yeah," I said. "But what are you going to do. Look. He was bred and born in captivity. If he was turned loose in the wild he'd probably be. “I will run away from here.” “I don’t want you to run,” Seshadri said assuringly. “Please close your eyes.” Jamuna closed her eyes and thought about her ancestors for a while. She felt something spinning inside her skull immediately after she closed her eyes. She wanted to open her eyes but her eyelids felt too heavy to lift. For a moment, she felt as though she was standing on fire before she heard Seshadri calling her. “Open your eyes Jamuna,” Seshadri’s voice sounded. "Then bring some Coca Cola to mix with Canadian Club. Oh yeah and the Canadian Club as well. I am pretty sure we are all going to need a drink." I said."Right," she said in agreement. "I'll call again from the gate."Since the ice machine from the motel days still worked, I had it moved to the storage room. I had access to it, but no one else did. I went out my back door and into the storage room. I put several scoops of the cubed ice into a clean grocery bag salvaged from a previous Wal-mart.