Prakash is about 39 and Rima is around 33. They have no children and looked like a happy loving couple.I had known them for 3 years now. We had partie... a lot together. Spent time at each others place. My wife and Rima had become good friends. They had many things to talk about. All of us were design professionals and we loved to talk about design to each other. Coming to the incident. Rima was working on a project entrusted to her by her organization and needed some visuals and lay outing done. I've been blessed by making bundles of money and we have great vacations. This time I was told we were going near the ruins in Mexico and not to pack much clothing. We landed in Cancun and were greeted by a host and driven to the resort in a Mercedes. We checked in at the main lodge and then driven to our cabana by a young attractive female host. She showed us around. The landscaping made our cabana completely closed off from any other guests."Many people end up going without their suits" she. He jabbed a finger at the two men in front of him. "You murderers!"Raynor and Potkin looked at each other, sharing surprise and sadness. Coming to a silent consensus they turned back to the former gangster."Sorry, Boss," said Raynor, before Potkin laid Dent out with a heavy punch.Raynor hefted their leader over his shoulder."What 'appened to 'im, you reckon?" asked Raynor as they headed back out into the corridor."I dunno, but we're going to undo it, compadre, and we're going to undo it. All you had to do was date Missy until the Prom, and get her pregnant. Everything else would have fallen in our laps. The company would finally be back in the right hands." No! Robinson was of no consequence! If you and your hot heads hadn't gone off half cocked, Missy would still be your girlfriend. Now I have to work something else out." No, you idiot, just marrying Annabelle didn't get me a damned thing. Her fucking first husband screwed that. His will and the prenup made sure we couldn't.