The woman was just too fascinating – too distracting for his peace of mind.He dropped down into his chair, and snatched up the telephone.It was only...as he lifted his hand to punch in a number that he realised that he didn't even know who he was calling.He gave a little grunt of annoyance and then began thumping the keys.The light feminine voice, which answered the telephone, eased some of his tension."Hi, it's me ... I was wondering if you were free tonight?"He smiled at her response. "Seven. The annual. It was more like a party for pimps, hosted by Bishop Bordeaux, the most famous pimp in the area. All the pimps and high paying clients would attend. There would be drugs, alcohol, weapons, and of course, prostitutes. Pimps could purchase new girls or trade them. Clients could pay for any act they wanted. Nothing was illegal at the annual. Angel was working over a new dance routine for the annual when Rich walked down the steps into the basement. Its looking good. Angel pulled the. My brother struck up a conversation with one guy and we learned they were from a small town in Texas and it was their first time on a plane. The big joke was the one guy even brought his own bottle of soda on the plane. That night we all got pretty wasted but the one guy was out of his mind. The next morning at breakfast, who comes down all hung over? The Texan...he was in pretty bad shape and we were about to go on a tour of the island. The first part was kind of dull since all we saw were a. ” Gulara explained.“Confidence exercises, what kind of solution is that?” Bruce was slightly furious with Gulara’s answer.“Charles was the only one who Sue trusted, and being her Son could do no more.” Gulara explained.“Oh of course.” Bruce said feeling somewhat foolish.An odd yet familiar sound echoed Gulara’s office when Sue realised her phone was going off, she reached into her bag and pulled out the phone answering it.“Hello.” She said waiting for a reply.“Hello is this Sue Wesner?” Asked a.