Jennie shook the crazy notion out of her mind and quickly headed off toward his room before she too forgot the laptop. A moment later her delicate bar... feet were doing their best to tip toe around and over a never ending collection of CD’s, gym shoes, long forgotten games and a whole assortment of odds and ends. She looked around at the bewildering array of junk and was glad she kept this door closed to the world of the normal. She spied the laptop plugged into his desktop Mac and began to. There was further indignity, she had assumed they were fairly well off, but the proposed settlement, already approved by her lawyer, would leave her with the furniture, a used car, half the interest in their mortgaged home (which would have to be quickly sold) and a meager balance in her checking account. Not very much, she reflected, in exchange for six years of her life. She had never imagined she could feel so powerless and without hope. And then the letter arrived. The writer, who pleaded. Got my key into the lock on about the sixth try. For a moment I forgot about my sister's party, that is until I saw four or five girls, some scattered red cups, and a few half emptied bottles of alcohol. The only light was provided by the flickering tv screen. All of the girls were cuddled under blankets, sitting on the floor. “What’s up girls”, Came out much louder than expected, likely hardly comprehensible. Startled, they looked up, “Who the fuck is that”, a girl with dark hair yelled. “My. " Jake finished packing his bag for the 5 day trip. Monday morning came, and a cab picked the family from the airport. A few hours later they were in Playa del Carmen, dropped off in front of their hotel. They went to the front office to check in. "Im sorry," the concierge said with a hint of a Mexican accent "It appears all we have are queen beds at the moment.”That’s fine, the kids can share a bed for a few nights, besides, we're in paradise!" Exclaimed Jakes dad, who slapped him on the back..