She said that she was with uncle and would come home in the morning. Before I could ask anything else, she hung up the call. I could not sleep the who...le night thinking about her.In the morning, she arrived at 9 am in a cab. She was in a salwar kameez without a dupatta. Her hair was open and the kajal in her eyes was spoiled. She was looking totally exhausted.Mom came inside the house, smiled at me and told to make some tea for her. She went to her bedroom. When I went to her bedroom with the. She was curled into a ball in apparent surrender to the elements and her fate. It was impossible not to feel compassion, even though I was still feeling ill toward her for her unsociable, imperious manner.A few more steps brought me close enough to see that she had carved what appeared to be a message into the sand. My eyes were misting over in sympathy for her death, in spite of my previous feelings, so it was hard to make out what she had written.By changing my sight angle a bit and blinking. “Emma there is much to be done to teach and train you, so you can be all of what I think you are capable and destined to become. I know you are going to come to want to be this as you grow into understanding what you are to become.” “The first step is that by 3 pm tomorrow you are to go and buy a smartphone. This card gives you information about where to go to get it; what you must ask for it to have; and what you need to do to get you started.”“After you have the phone, this second card. The thought that she was getting much more than she had come here for flitted across her mind, but the sensations in her vulva didn't allow cohesive thoughts to linger. She was panting now, the stranger's hands cupping her breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling and releasing her nipples, his erection grinding in slow circles into her backside. Heat suffused her entire body, and every few seconds she trembled, her fingers delving into her moist opening and tracing the fluid across her.