I woke up an hour later and still couldn’t realize the things that had happened that day. I dressed up and went to her house. Roohi opened the door....I could clearly see that she was not wearing a bra for the first time in front of me. I could clearly see her nipples poking out of her t-shirt.Greeting each other with a smile, we went in. We both were acting normal, but there was something different for both of us. There was an unusual look in her eyes towards me. It was different than before. My. Little did she know that it was an omen of the pure mind bending horror which was soon to follow. That weekend her mother went shopping. She had gotten in the habit of doing all the grocery shopping for the month at once, so the kitchen was packed full of bags and boxes as the girls went about putting things away. Lindsay was disappointed when she noticed that the only cereal her mother had gotten was Cheerios. It was always Cheerios. Four economy-sized boxes worth, no less. Lindsay had never. I was kind of tentative, I guess. She giggled. "It's not real. You can play with it. It feels kinda natural, but baby, it's a horribly inadequate fake compared to getting your hands on the real one. Or your mouth." She giggled at my obvious discomfort. "Stop being embarrassed. This is me an' you. Sisters talking, okay?" She picked up the last one. It was just smooth, bullet-shaped."This 'un's battery powered, too. It buzzes, is all. It was my first one." She looked at me. "You're a virgin, you. "Yeah, I'd say she felt about seventy-five percent of it." Justin shook his head sadly. "Poor girl." Do we know who she is, yet?" No. No ID, no purse, no nothing found near the body. I've got a team of uniforms out searching dumpsters and alleys around the neighborhood. Hopefully we'll find something." Yeah, before the news hounds start flashing her picture all over the TV." She glared at one particularly aggressive cameraman who tried to sneak under the rope, catching the eye of a uniform who.