She must be an expert of the soul, and a dangerous one at that!’Matriarch Linda put a wrinkled hand on Marita’s knee as she sat by her side. “Yo... must keep working on the ambiance you exude in all situations, Marita; otherwise you might as well exercise in the light”.As she directed her Tal, matriarch Linda sounded like an amiable grandma, having a pleasant conversation with her granddaughter, while the truth was that she had no need to be strict since every one of her words she curved to her. It was a very rosy smell, very flowery. I passed out, falling to the floor. I woke up in bed. Craig must've helped bring me to my room. Only it wasn't my room anymore. The walls were painted pink and white flowers outlined the room. The curtains were pink, my dressers were replaced, and there was even a vanity mirror and desk in the corner. My tv was missing. "Aww how cute" was my first thought, but I snapped out of it, "what's going on here? This isn't my room. Where am I?" I started to get up. I need to talk to you to try to resolve this.”“That will work, Mother. However, if you can’t give me a comfort level about your activities, I’m leaving with Evan. I trust him.”Morgan had my hand in a vise grip so I didn’t move. After a moment, her mother pushed the sheet off her body and stood. Naked, she walked over to a dresser and pulled on a pair of bikini panties before getting a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. She pulled those on and stepped into a pair of sandals. “I’m ready.”Morgan. As she got closer, she looked for Tommy’s Harley. She wanted to go for a ride and do some partying. He wasn’t there. The assholes had been brawling again too, some of the shoji were ripped out. She almost decided to turn around because she didn’t feel like dealing with them tonight but she wanted to know where Tommy was so she went on. She climbed the old stairs, quietly pushed aside the shoji to the entryway, and stopped in her tracks. One of the brothers was sprawled out in the entranceway..