My number is 310-555-7600.” “He will call you as soon as he is able. Thank you Mrs. Beckwith.” “Hello, is this Mr. Eyestone?” asked M...s. Beckwith. “Yes it is, how did you know it was me?” I asked. “Because I don’t recognize your number and very few people have my number.” She responded. “How can I help you Mrs. Beckwith?” “You have been recommended highly to me and I’d like to hire you to find someone for me. I don’t have time to discuss it now; can you meet me for dinner at the. "They said they are going to get waxed like American girls as soon as possible. Also, they had never seen a thong panty, very few island women wear panties."Then Bree followed the other women to the flight attendants station.A while later one of the women returned and pushed past me into the window seat. A brightly colored pareu like Bree's was now wrapped around her exotic body. She picked up the rest of Bree’s things, quietly chuckling when she tucked away the thong panty in Bree’s bag. . Slamming her down on the mattress, he imediately began slapping her across the face: forehand, backhand, forehand, backhand, repeatedly."WHAT ARE YOU?" he demanded."WhWha---" SLUT!" he yelled, and then proceeded to rip every stitch of clothing off her unwilling body."P-P-Percy," she sobbed, "why are you d-doing this to me?" You think I didn't SEE YOU whore? You were on your back with your legs spread while that lawyer fucked you on his desk!"She gasped, recognizing that her husband knew about. She reached for me, but I was already caving in. As I fell to the floor, I heard Colleen, Rebecca, and some other voices but couldn't make out a thing they said.Of the next several hours I remember only bits and pieces. There was a loud blast, some gunfire, screaming, and brief flashes of light, accompanied by an occasional face peering into my eyes. At some point I was airlifted. I have a distinct memory of a black helicopter and some very large men, with very impressive guns standing guard.