I looked around and there wasn't a stitch of clothes on any of the other nine of us still in the house. Mary's jeans were still around her knees when ...he fell forward into my arms. I kissed her soundly as Jennifer and Rose helped extract her from her tangled pants. They had to get her shoes off, first. "I love you!" she shouted when she was finally free of them. "Every single one of ... oh. Hi, Angela." Hi, Mary. We've only been together a few times. I hope you don't mind me hanging around.". As we really started getting into we stopped listening for anyone coming down the hall and all of a sudden there was a light knock on the door and her mom opened the door and said "hello how is the movie". We both froze in panic not knowing what to do and played it off like we were just tickling each other but I never got off of her. Her mom just smiled and said its a good thing I wasn't your father with a giggle. At that point she walked in the room and closed the door back to where it was and. At least, for now it was. Getting up, I wrapped the throw around me and went to my bedroom. Donald lay still on the bed.“Honey.” I called softly.“Hnngg?” He grunted and opened one eye.“We have to get you to a hospital.”“C-can’t afford it.” He croaked.“I don’t care. There’s a reason he did this to you.”“He hates white people.”I didn’t think that was it. Honestly, I was surprised he hadn’t done something worse to Stace than tie her up and gag her.“What’s this?” I noticed a corner of paper. He hesitates for a second and then I remember he has a fiancee upstairs. She’s probably waiting for him, scrolling through Instagram in her pyjamas, cold cream on her face. “I don’t want to ruin your marriage plans,” I say lightly, moving my hand to his forearm. He’s leaning on the bar, his expensive watch shining under the lights. “No one has to know.”“Believe me, there’s nothing I’d like more...” He swallows hard and, for a second, looks defeated. He’s torn; I get it. “You’re a nice guy,” I.