She was tired, and increasingly relied upon Penn for emotional support. As with Penn, Tsanja could not muster any emotional connection to the missing ...hildren, and the conversations he had with her were very strange, an objective examination of what had been happening, and ideas about what to do about it, but no fire, no passion to discover the missing children, no manifestation of any instinct to protect those that remained.She was very affectionate towards him in these meetings, as if holding. "Try it. The note."She smiles patiently."Oh, um."I look back to the guitar, not knowing what to do.I nervously strum one of the strings."No, silly!"She giggled."The note I just showed you." Umm..."I look up nervously at her. Not wanting to disappoint her, so eager to impress her but clearly failing.She just laughs at my silliness."Here, I'll show you. Properly, this time."She takes the guitar off of me, and holds it to her stomach as she stands up in front of me.I watch closely as she begins to. When she stood up again I could see a drab pair of full, yellow hip-hugger cotton panties, but she rushed to pull them down, as if she didn't want to give me a chance to comment on their plain appearance and the fact that they didn't match her bra.Megan stood up straight, then, still in the puddle of her scrunched-up panties and jeans, with her hands trying to hide her crotch from my view. Oh yes, I thought, this one's a cutie."Drop your hands, please." She did. I took in the sight of her pubic. "Ok, if you're going to wear this, you're going to wear only this," Kristy pushed her ass against the drawer closing it."Now, on to the shoes."She pulled me along behind her and picked out a red pair of high heels. After slipping them on I looked in the mirror. I was relieved to see most of my body parts were covered sufficiently. The tiny pair of panties will be under my shirt and if I was careful enough no one would see them."Ok, this will do. Now what about you?"She was still naked so we.