Isn't thatmy shirt...? and those THOSE ARE MY SHORTS!"I shouted. The girl began to whimper a little and she frowned at me with sad puppy dog ...eyes "I'm sorry mister... I came here.. because your house looked nice and I thought you might have some nice things..." she quivered a little and tears formed. "I was gonna break in and take some of your stuff.... I'm sorry... I am so sorry...." she began to break out in tears Crying nonstop now, I couldn't help but feel a little bad for her. "Um. She smiled. "However, since I've tried just about everything else, I might as well go sample Pee-wee's big prick!"They decided they wouldn't get dressed. Betty went upstairs and got two bathrobes for them to slip on while making the short trip to the small barn. Stacy left her clothes in the house, sure she'd be ready to go home before Betty's parents returned from the swapping party.They took the robes off as soon as they were inside the barn with the light on and the door closed. Betty said. These are very common first names, so not much need to change them.”“Which is which? The elder and younger,” he clarified.“Fatima is the 16 year old and Sara is 14. Why?”“So that I can address them correctly, Daddy! I don’t want to look stupid to them.”“Oh ... yes, of course., Sidra. Can you phone Mrs Anwar now?”She made the call, and Maryam was happy with the idea of a visit tomorrow, if a car could collect them from the refuge. She also agreed to phone the school and tell them that she was. Instead of drawing the drama out any longer, I started to sit up and dust my new body off. The teacher put her hand gently on my chest, and said, “Why don’t you take it a little slower until we’re sure you haven’t seriously injured yourself?”I was pretty sure that my head was fine and that the person who used to reside in it was dead. Another death by gunfire followed another new body by way of a head injury.What a shock... To prove to myself and everyone else that I was fine, I slid both hands.