Then she just jumped out of the car and walked to the elevators.After spending there about twenty minutes, my sweet Anita had not come back yet. I sta...ted wondering what was going on in there.I looked again at the only car parked there and then I recognized it.Ana’s office mate Sam was there too. It was his car parked there close to mine. He was a handsome black guy, younger than both Ana and me. But worst of all, my wife had told me sometimes she had sex fantasies with this guy…I started. It was deep and cultured:"Susanna, it is so good to see you. I am not disappointed at all. I can see the potential already! I've met a few people online who, when I meet them, have obviously been lying about their appearance. I hope you don't mind me calling you Susanna, by the way, but I'd prefer to think of you as entirely female and hope that this is the only time I shall see you as a male." That's quite alright", I replied. I would want to do this properly as well. "It's an amazing place. You had the potential, then something happened..." Mike saw the emotions flit across her face, anger, blind madness. "That, right there. What were you thinking of?" he asked."Nothing," she said, her face turning pale. She had remembered the rape."Cherry, your face went from blind anger to deathly afraid. That's not nothing." I ain't afraid of that bastard," she spit out.Gently, Mike asked, "What bastard?"The softness of the question drained her anger and left just the hurt and pain. She began. Once they had reached their rooms, Trish and Mandy resumed their bickering over rights to the only bathroom, leaving Emily alone with a tired body and nothing to do. She undressed and landed on the soft bed, instantly dozing off. When she awoke, neither of the two were there and it was nearing eight by her time zone adjusted mobile. Fearing that she had missed the appointment with their host, she hurriedly dressed in a pleated skirt and top and headed out; the room had three keys and the two.