On Sunday afternoon she called me up and she agreed to come to my place. She was wearing a conservative salwar kameez. I brought her a glass of juice ...nd sat across her staring at her. She asked me what I was staring at the following conversation ensued. For the benefit of all I am writing it in EnglishMe: I am staring at your figureShe: What’s so special about it? Me: Honestly speaking nothing special from what I can c now, but I think if I c more I will be able to say what is special!!!She. I didn't understand why I needed threebathing suits, but these were all two-piece bikinis and Mother told methat girls want boys to think that they are rich and have an assortmentof sexy swimwear and intimate clothes.We went into a store that sold accessories. Things like bracelets andnecklaces. They even had tiaras and boas; though I couldn't for the lifeof me think of a place I'd wear either of those. Mother told me thatwhen we girls get together for sleepovers, I'd find that I was happy. The phone by the bed rang again. Impatiently, Cornelia snatched it up. 'I am about to-!''Cock whore,' whispered a man's voice. It was familiar, it was from the night before. 'You want to get out?'The question hung in the air. Cornelia starred at her reflection; she saw a sexy, slutty woman in a skimpy, black micro-dress looked back at her. She had a pixie cut, short black wig with quite slutty make-up. Her dress barely held in big breasts and the tops of stockings were visible. Her long legs. ’ I didn’t look to see if he did or not, I just got up and started running toward the Sergeant. I didn’t hear any bullets go by me as I ran, but that only meant they hadn’t seen me yet. When I got to Carson, I saw that he was hurt pretty bad but didn’t have time to do anything about that. I grabbed his sidearm and started lifting him up. That’s when I got hit, while I was hunched over a bit. One in the shoulder, one in the back, and one in the left leg. The vest I was wearing stopped the one in.