We had to suffer, Dad. Mom suffered.’ His voice cracked with tears. He wasn’t a crying type. Had never been until the night when he was forced to...stand by his mothers bed. He was forced to hold her hand while she screamed in agony, writhing, thrashing on the bed. In labor. The baby died on the way out of her womb. They couldn’t revive it. Stress the doctor had said. The child had had an irregular heartbeat in the beginning. Soon he had so many other irregularities. All from stress. Too much. ..When I came back to my table, Ana and the black man were gone. I thought that she would have gone straight up to our room; so I hurried after her. But Ana was not there.I waited a half an hour and then I went back down to the lounge, but Ana was not there either. I could imagine she would be in the black man's bed or on the backseat of his car and he was fucking her. I waited her for hours until I passed out...The click of the door closing woke me up and I sat up on the bed; checking on my. “Good morning!”‘She’ was so bubbly that her joy was contagious. Our neighbors waved back.“Good morning.”“We are sorry if we embarrassed you last night, but we just got married and, well, we just got married.”“No problem, we understand.”We all got into the elevator and went down to the first floor, where we got out and started our walk to the farmers market. Our hands were interlocked and swinging as we walked. If there could have been cartoon characters around us it would have been happy. Friday was master slave day. Trish was blindfolded and wearing thigh high stockings only was tied spreadeagled to the bed. I went out with a few extra room key cards and passed them out to likely studs at the biker bar to come to the room and ravage her. Saturday was everyone's lucky day as i dressed her in a very revealing outfit again with stockings and stiletto's and we went to a local casino where I got into a wonderful Texas holdem game with three other high rollers. Even though I only had.