.. I think you've got to leave now..." Carrie kept her face turned from him. "Just go... you've got to go!" No..." Ike said, and then added, "I won't ...o until you tell me what you've been thinking..."Carrie turned to him angrily. "I have no intention of telling you anything of the sort!" In front of them the scenes of Ike diving and re-diving off the board were playing again.When Ike took her in his arms, Carrie had a definite feeling of deja-vu. It was just like before... only this time.... We planned to party well into the early hours. The booze flowed almost non-stop, with one of the guys popping out to an all-night store to get more when we ran out. But by two o’clock we were all starting to flag and I changed the music from the hardcore dance tunes we had been playing to more seductive, slow and smoochy tunes.I danced with Jenny while the others watched, and the booze must have really affected her because as our tune came to an end and the next one started, she pushed me away. Jeri had been busy teaching everyone the various ball room styles during the holidays. Even Tom wound up Waltzing, doing the Samba, Tango and various Salsa style. The evening was enjoyed by all.The Cuban President and his Lady talked to us to coming over to the Presidential Palace the next afternoon. They had something to tell us.When we showed up at the Presidential Palace we had a late brunch, which included Black-Eyed-Peas and Ham. The President told up, his wife grew up in Florida, and she. She was enjoying this punishment. She wanted this every week. Babysitting has its perks she thought.In the shower she was pushed face first against the glass wall. It was a see through walk in shower. Tiled from floor to ceiling. There were all sorts of shower heads positioned at different angles. Through the glass Casey could see one of the men videotaping the romp. Her hair now wet and dripping. The men had taken the pigtails out. Wet hair hung messily over her face. Two men held.