“So, in your expert opinion, who is responsible for this?”“Nana,” I answered, with a fair degree of confidence.“Please don’t tell me Nana ...as been joining in these games of yours.”“No! Not until now, anyway. But it’s the only answer that makes sense. She must have done this last night after she went home. Then she drove around and put it in our letterbox this morning. See? Look at the envelope. The stamp wasn’t cancelled right. She’s drawn a pretend postmark over the stamp to make it look real.. Mongkut was 30, with a wiry, muscular build. He had been a professional Muay Thai boxer in his youth. Just behind him was Thuanthong, who was a general errand boy as well as a chauffeur.Yanmei said something to them in Thai and they grabbed Cassie. The poor girl struggled, but in the end they dragged her to the hallway outside the dormitory. They dragged her to the end of the hallway. There was a pole that went from the floor to the ceiling. The men began to pull her bikini top and thong. And if this world had an animal or person who could, they were undoubtedly a significant threat. He was just beginning to doubt his hearing, when he picked out a faint voice too. Whispering in the dark is more noticeable than just speaking at a very low volume, which this person obviously knew.Mumble, mumble, “ ... again.”Followed by a repeat of the crackle. Cursing silently to himself, John clucked their agreed-upon alert signal. The two on watch, John couldn’t tell whom by sound, both. Still, a sexier sight I couldn’t remember. Tearing my eyes away, I lifted my gaze to the mirror. I tried to make eye contact in the reflection, but Anna’s face was blurred out by the fog from her breath. I huffed a laugh through my own fevered panting. My own exertion was beginning to take its toll. Ultimately, however, it was my impending climax that forced me to slow my pace. “Oh, yes.” Anna managed to string her words together more fluidly. “Fuck me, Will. Fuck my dirty, little cunt.” “Oh.