It must have been the cold water then finally awoke her so she moved to run more hot in and quickly discovered that, either through the heat of her ow...n skin or that of the water, the paint had softened and re-set beneath her. Her buttocks and lower legs were firmly glued in place. What was she to do? Nothing she tried even allowed her to move at all. Finally, in resignation she shouted to the partly open bathroom window for any passing help that may come. After far too long a foreign voice. After marriage she went away to Chandigarh where her husband was working in a large bank. A few weeks later she offered to have me over as a house guest and finish my schooling in Chandigarh since the schools there were far better than those in our small home town. So one day my parents deposited me in their large house in one of the northern sectors. I was given a room of my own, complete privacy and asked to study hard. On weekends we used to go up into the hills, stop at some private spot on. When he thought of it the man might have tried to kill him and done the same as he put it on.As part of that thought process he had little trouble taking any of the man's money or the valuables he had stolen. Touching the man's sleeping mind he picked out the image of a pawnbroker nearby who unknowingly sold the stolen goods from time to time. The mugger had used many of them to cover his tracks and not cause suspicion.Walking there Diun sold the watches, rings, and other things that he had. She flitted back and forth between the market stalls, speaking to everyone.. Touching everything. And he loomed behind her, the coldest, cruelest stare he could manage trained on the faces of any vendor that might consider telling her to stop. If anyone looked at her wrong, broke her mood – hed fucking kill them. In the most creatively painful way he could think of. Most of the vendors, especially the food vendors, were exceptionally friendly to her. Her charms had worked particularly well on.