I soon got to talking to a young woman and a man at the bar. I had no money on me but the man offered to buy me a beer, which I graciously accepted. I...asked the pair if I was imposing on anything here, but the girl told me not to be silly. I drank my beer, and swapped some travel stories and anecdotes with the pair. I soon promised to buy a second round for the group to show my appreciation, for the beer. I also told them that whilst I was back in my bungalow I could grab my sketchpad, so that. I knew the anger I felt toward Amanda would pass, the trust though, would never return."Mark you sure you want to do this?" My brother Eric asked the next day. We were in his office, and he was looking over the photos, letter and other papers I had brought him.Eric was my brother from another mother (and father). Eric's parents had escaped from Eastern Europe during the cold war days, and lived next to us when I was growing up. A tragic accident had killed Eric's parents when we were both only. "What happened? Your underwear?" I questioned, the words sticking in my throat."Mike wanted a souvenir, Gary. Was that OK? I gave him my panties and my bra. He stuffed them in his pocket. Said he would fondle them on the way home thinking about me." She spoke in a slightly dazed manner."OK, it's OK, baby. You wanted him to have them? To have your panties, darling. You wanted him to sleep with the scent of you against his nose tonight?" YESS! Yes, I did. That's exactly what I wanted. Do you. ..My eyes finally landed on the other figure. Hooded so he didn't knowwhere he was. Clothes without form and nondescript.My fingers started to tremble as I activated the gates. I lowered thewindow of my car and Dawn, in the passenger seat of the other vehicle,did the same."Take him to the guest house," I said, my voice wavering.I noticed the hooded figure cock his head slightly at the sound of myvoice. Did he recognize me? Or was it just the unfamiliar voice thatsurprised him?They drove ahead.