.. a flickering light, similar to what a flame might cause... !"D-Do you smell that, Jean?" Carol hesitatingly questioned, suddenly looking toward the...big frame of a grinning Link Morgan. "I-It's marijuana... pot! Someone's back there... !"When Jean swung around toward Morgan, he had picked up his rifle and was using it to point in the direction of the flickering light. "Too late now, girls," he growled, his voice undeniably threatening, his red-face an open leer. "I don't know what I'll wind. The police will do their job and he won’t bother us again!”Stacey cups my hand against her face. A warm smile now greets me and it’s really good to see. “I’m so sorry for everything Robbie!” She takes my hand from her face and holds onto it. “I should have known he would do something! Look what he’s done to you!”“Stacey it’s ok really, I’m fine. It hurts like a bitch but I’ll live. Please stop worrying ok?”Stacey simply nods, her tears have now stopped. “I love you Robbie” she says with warmth. "A nice, quiet spot where we won't be disturbed," you smiled setting off and half-dragging her along with you."Yes, yes, but where?" Mary insisted on knowing.Sighing, you paused for a moment. "The sports pavilion; happy now?" I just wanted to know," she pouted as you set off walking again, crossing the playing fields and heading towards the now deserted pavilion. Arriving at the wooden building, you assisted Mary up the short flight of stairs to the veranda and the padlocked door. "Now what?". ” “I don’t care what you want!” “But I want to please you, Anghal. I want to be good to you, so that you will be kind to me. I’ve brought a bottle of jasmin oil to put over your skin. Won’t you let me show you that I can be good to you?” “Jasmin oil? Show it to me!” With trembling hands, Kakoli took a small, beautiful flask out of a pocket in her dress, and handed it over to Anghal. He opened it, and sniffed at the content. “It IS jasmin oil,” he said. He looked at her. “Take off your clothes,”.