I left the store with seven different colored thongs each carrying a day of the week on them just above the crotch and seven sheer and lacy boy shorts... panties also with the days of the week written on them, but at the back. Along with the panties were a couple of nighties, one that would reach a few inches above her knees and a more daring one that would just barely cover her ass. There were also a couple of silky wraps that would just make mid-thighs.The next morning I met her in the kitchen. Her eyes were closed, she thought, struggling to push him off, but she had felt his sudden departure, the loss of his weight. She hadn’t passed out, like she’d thought at first.What about the others? Had everyone downstairs gone along him, vanished at one time, simply popped out of existence like some dumb sci-fi movie? And why not her? Why leave a stupid, mostly naked 16-year-old behind? She had yet to consider this might be about her.She encountered dozens more wrecked vehicles on her way. They shifted to here from Chennai, a week back and his husband works as an foreman in the same company, and also she asked me to come to her house when free. I, said okay and left,The next day she came to my house and asked about myself I replied all that happened, she said then you are alone then, so petty.As the days passed we became so close and use to go for shopping, movies….She even uses to discuss about her sex life too. She said that her husband is very good at sex he satisfies her all. ’ She smiled and climbed over the lower part that was left of the division. I went inside to get another glass while she sat down on the small couch outside. When I came back she had already confiscated my own glass. ‘Hey!’ She stuck her tongue out at me. ‘Finders keepers.’ ‘Fine.’ I said, sat down and filled our glasses. She drank half and pouted. ‘Same again?’ I asked, sipping my drink. She nodded. ‘I know I look like a little girl but why do all the guys showing interest have to be perverted.