The eldest appearing Nun in a more traditional garb, her black and white habit crisp and clean, her expressions’ sober as her attention silently dwe...lls on the rack. The youngest of the pair wearing all white in the similar styled garb but also with gloves, she’s carrying a lidless whicker basket in both hands. Sitting the open container down in front of the rack, carefully handling the contents, strands of thorned branches, she stretches, unwinds the individual strands before silently. They were just like my sister so here also i will narrate them as my sisters.Radhika was a year older and attending a local university. Ranjini was two years younger, and just finishing high school. I was in my second year of a university in Delhi, and was home visiting for the summer. It was then that a friend of my parents was about to get married, and i had just finished a morning five mile jog, and felt a nice hot bath would be just what would was needed for my aching muscles. I came in,. “I’m Tommy,” I said softly. “This is Cheryl and we are camping up the mountain, away from the road. Your ... your ... captors ... They didn’t have much luck trying to do to us what they seem to have done to you. They won’t be coming back ... ever.I let the finality of that sink in, and the younger one finally joined the conversation. “Good!” Her eyes burned with anger and hatred. She was going to need lots of therapy soon, to get over whatever was inflicted upon her.Rather than pretend, I. .."Danny's eyes lowered, and his body seemed to shake as he took a deep breath, then another. When he raised his gaze again, there was something cold in his eyes that made Emma flinch."Frank here told me all about it. When you called him two weeks ago, he called me. I paid him well to videotape the entire encounter. Do you know what I saw?" Oh God, Danny, no. No no no no. Listen, you have to listen..." No! I most certainly do not have to listen, you little slut! I saw you! I watched, and I.