Me: yeah sure bitch! (sarcastically)She: please yaar! I thought we were friends.Me: alright, show me your boobs then. SlutShe: fuck offMe: but I thoug...t we were friends (mimicking her)She laughed at that and said alright but you can’t tell about this to anyone, saying this she looked at the door behind her and caught her top from and down below and raised it, she was wearing a white bra, I told her to remove it but she denied, I told her that I had seen more of her already so she had nothing to. Moiranoticed she had to slow down to accommodate her friend's chained, clinkingprogress Isabel's "plight," as the news media called it, was well knownto the townsfolk and she was treated with a mix of curiosity, deference andsympathy by most people who came in contact with her. Inside the store,Isabel went up to the proprietor and said: "Angus, where do you keepyour chain?" Angus MacEwan, 36, a married father of two teenaged girls, looked atIsabel and Moira, then back at Isabel with a slight. "Need help?" Wendy asked as she poked her head in the door."Nope, all set," Jenna said with a grin. "Oh, yeah, one thing Aunt Wendy, if I could talk to you for a minute."Wendy nodded, and, seeing the sudden seriousness in her niece's face, closed the door behind her. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding her own flimsy robe closed, as it was unbuttoned to her belly after Jeremy's feeding.The brown haired teen walked in front of Wendy, close so that their knees were touching. "Aunt Wendy.... As soon as she came out I crashed on her deliberately but made it look like accidentally. “Oops sorry” she said without looking at me. “Same berth seaters don’t say sorry to each other” I replied. That was the moment when she looked up at me. I smiled and she smiled back. I asked her name and she told yashahvi. Yashahvi was the one who was wearing night track and tight t-shirt. We started to chat standing near our berth door. They were also going to goa. Her friends were stuti the one wearing.