" It's okay, gimme a minute or two, I'll be fine," a voice came frombeside me.I shrieked at the male voice coming from the black lump of fur.It starte... moving. "Chill lady, your voice is like nails on achalkboard, by the way thanks for the rescue, Just saying, it'stotally gross to be eaten by those things, be digested and have topull yourself together again later."I was pressed up against the car door trying to figure out how to getthe fuck out out of my car. "What the fuck?" is about all I. I received a call one day, from Tarun who invited me over to his place for the weekend as it was his birthday. As Pooja had already told me that her husband is likely to call me I was though pleasantly surprised but was not taken aback.The big day came and I left Bangalore for Chennai and reached Chennai at 3 pm and both Pooja and Tarun were there to pick me up. I was stunned to see Pooja so glamorously dressed in a blue saree, with long matching ear rings, sleeveless blouse, heavy and pretty. "Gretchen watched as Nina moved a hand to her open labia and began rubbing herself, wetting her fingers in the secretions from her vagina, and then moving up to her clitoris. Gretchen watched her for a few seconds more, then walked away. All of the women had stopped what they were doing so they could watch the little tableau beginning, and now they focused their attention on the beautiful woman who was masturbating, seemingly for their entertainment.Nina did her best to focus on making herself. Some of the many visitors who came by during the day to visit and pass on their best wishes were the McLellands, the Morris family including Anna Wilson, Karen Hardcastle and Gerry Connolly and a never ending stream of mine and Maria's friends from school.The police had been on hand within minutes of the hit-run, and somehow Detective John Brewer had made himself available because of his knowledge of an attempted assault on both Vikki and I by friends of Vikki's ex, Rick Mason. He was also.