I slapped Belinda around like a fucking beach ball until she agreed to cut it out.” Belinda’s loud swat made Lindsey shout, “Shit, that hurt!”...elinda grinned evilly, “She promises to stop acting like a spoiled brat around us.”Lindsey grimaced and then smiled a little too sweetly, “Yes, I’d hate to upstage Belinda’s virtuoso performances.” They looked at each other and laughed.Belinda said, “Last hurrah. No more of that. Right, Lingxi?”“Right.”Belinda added, “We’re just… having trouble seeing. ”“My daughter was taken to Russia, where they planned on selling the girls.” Caldwell took a moment, placing a hand to her mouth as she tried to hold composure, before continuing. “Mr. Taylor and the Russian national police were able to find Mary Jane and the other missing girls and rescue them, along with more than a dozen other girls of various nationalities. Since then, I have remained in contact with Mr. Taylor, who I consider a personal friend, and to whom I owe a debt that can never ever. Does it matter? Whether he’s working late or he’s fucking his assistant, I know where I am on his list of priorities. Right at the bottom.’ ‘I’d like to see you again, Sarah.’ ‘That can’t happen.’ ‘But you’re leaving him, you’ll be free.’ ‘My life’s going to get complicated, I don’t think it would be a good idea to complicate it even more. I’m sorry. I wish I could.’ ‘Then tonight. Come home with me tonight. Let us have tonight. It’s over with him anyway.’ ‘No,’ she said, ‘no, it’s just not. Not being a Shakespeare fan, she was not familiar withthis term and asked what I was talking about. "You know," I said."Let's pretend you are going out and having sex with another guy." Okay," she responded. "I am going out and having sex with another guy.How's that?" No, no," I said. "You don't understand. There needs to be someevidence that it happened." Oh, yeah?" she asked. "Like what kind of evidence? Are we talking,maybe, a stretched pussy and some semen? That kind of evidence?".