Door Number Three.Still at the Taj, armed with this new banking info, I called Cassandra at home. Which, enraged her. Her husband had answered the lan...line. Quietly seething, talking through clenched teeth, she hissed, “What the fuck do you mean calling me here?”“Bank of America savings account. Cash deposits on June 7th and 22nd. Come see me now.”I hung up, winning that game two to one.Twenty-five minutes later she called me from the hotel lobby. I said, “Room 1016.” Hung up again, smiling to. "The solution is easy daddy. I'll be your date. He doesn't know me and I am young and pretty.. Aren't I dad?" she said with sly smile. "You are gorgeous angel but that sounds really weird and wrong. And you are only 16." "It will be fine. I will look older with make-up and my body looks as good as any 20 year old girls. And you can't afford to lose the job. Let's both get ready and not worry about this anymore." and she ran off to shower. My instincts said it was wrong but I went along with the. .honey, the breakfast line was getting long! We ...we better go down there now or we'll never get served!" The honeymoon turned out to be thoroughly agonizing period for both bride and groom as they did not consummate their marriage at all. Lisa wanted so badly to make love to Brad but he always seemed more interested in going sightseeing or swimming than spending time alone in bed with her. She wondered if he did in fact know that she had been 'ruined' by his black frat brother and now did not. Und das war nicht einfach, denn ich war erstvorkurzem hierher gezogen. Ich kannte praktisch niemand. Und ich konnte sonicht aus dem Haus gehen.Oder doch? Ich war schlie?lich schon so drau?en gewesen. Was wareigentlich mit den anderen Leuten passiert? Ich schaltete den Fernseherein.Auch nach Stunden gab es keinen Bericht. ?ber alles M?gliche wurdeberichtet, Katzen von Baum gerettet und ?hnliches, aber nichts ?ber dieEreignisse am Marktplatz. Absolut nichts.Nach einem weiteren Bier ging ich.