“Sean speaking, what’s up?”“Sean, it’s me, Candi, say we might a few minutes late go ahead to the restaurant and we’ll meet you there. Tha...ks. Bye.”The line went dead and Sean looked at the phone with a bewildered face, “Well, I guess it’s time for dinner” He told her what Candi had told him.Tom and Candi didn’t make it for dinner; Sean tried their home phone as well as Tom’s obligatory pager and cell phone to no avail. He was starting to get upset about the entire situation, “He could at least. Her body was still dripping with Jason’s spunk. The couple who came last in the voting underwent some playful humiliation. Poor old Tomas was tied up and had a wooden spoon inserted up his anus and his partner Daphne had her wrists cuffed to her legs and her beautiful pussy was invaded by a turnip and two carrots. All this captured superbly by the close up camera.Anyway, that was last night and this is now. In the heat of the day I like to take my drink to the cool of our room. The question is. What on earth are they?” replied Caroline, for some unfathomable reason feeling a little uncomfortable under the intense gaze of Sean Brady. Magazines? Magazines have photos, thought Caroline and the photo of her naked mother in Dan’s room suddenly sprang to mind. No, surely not; surely not a friend of her brother. Sean was even younger than herself and surely could have had nothing to do with taking terrible photos of her naked mother ... Dan’s mother!“As we have our own photo studio we can. Kaid."I winced at her non-grammatical English. Then again not many Malaysians spoke proper English."I should hope not," I said. "He sold you to his gang, but you knew that, didn't you? Owed them money because of his fondness for horse racing." One of his gang said so."She showed considerable sangfroid at the oddest times.Then she brightened and said softly, "Hey, Mr. Kaid, how about ... I mean you like to ... um ... do me again? And maybe also bite me on neck like other night?"I turned slowly.