Reena opened the door and she was wearing a secutive lemon colour train types nighty, Her mountains were peeping out and she was looking as if on fire...and will burn me around. As I entered, she asked where is your maid I told her that Reena bhabhi I am sorry my maid cant come as she is having fever since evening and is on bed.. So I thought I will come and will help and assist you. Reena got a bit red and felt shy and said, Nahi Viveki, ye achchi baat nahi hai. I said what is the problem, I. She expected to find a dingy back street shop, with iron mesh over the windows, which would be boarded up. The only advertisement she would have expected would have been a tacky sign over the door announcing adult entertainment. The boutique was however, discrete in that it blended in with the other high street shops. This looked like a typical clothes shop. The window display might have been overlooked, if it were not for the fact that the mannequins all wore rubber, or PVC. There was no sign. Heather opening her garage revealing a black Nexus whose tail-lights was flashing as she pressed her remote.I had just got to the corner when she passed me giving me a toot as she sped past, turning right at the street which leads to the main road. I continued home put my car away and walked back up to number 22.I knocked on the door and Tamara opened it and smiled, I slipped in and she closed it behind me. I wasn't asked to take off my shoes, but I did so anyway, for her home looked neat as. At the edge of the crowd, I saw a man pulling a woman away and shot him. Felice screamed out to our men who came to her. She took them to the children and all four of the survivors were hustled back onto the stand. At that point, I stood up and yelled, "Quiet!" Everything stopped for a moment and I shouted into the silence. "I am Sal from Camp Pen. You attacked us and killed two men and, now one of our women. We have the others from Camp Pen back. We don't want anything you have and just want.