Jim found that it really excited him for me to fuck whomever I wished, and I naturally didn’t see a reason for him to be faithful if I wasn’t, so ... encouraged him to stray as well. After all, I was increasingly insatiable, and monogamy just wouldn’t do the trick anymore. I know why now, but I didn’t back then.“In fact, Jim getting some strange booty really started to turn me on, too ... and then one night, we invited another couple over, and one thing led to another. Before I knew it, we were. Had I forgotten to lock our room? Had I left my key behind?The key was in my pocket so I went back over the recent events and distinctly recalled having double checked the room door. What was it? It felt more important than that.Was it one of the maids, bellboys or gardeners I had passed? They were all exceedingly cheerful but that wasn't out of place – Filipinos were renown for their cheerfulness.My foggy brain tried to put together the pieces of the puzzle.Then...All those familiar faces .... It makes me feel very feminine and damsel-y. But I tried it a second time and he caught my wrist with unexpected speed…and squeezed. My eyes widened at the pain of it and I tried to yank free but he surprised me again by not letting go. I found him staring intently and his eyes were dark with…something. Not laughing now.That was my cue to say Let go, or maybe even Let go, asshole…the words were there but I never said them. He stepped forward with purpose and I instinctively stepped back,. “Take care of yourself. You bring that girl back to us, you hear?”Darren nodded, unsure if he could keep that promise.He snuck out the back and followed the river to avoid the streetlights. He wasn’t sure who might be looking for him, or even what story Walters had given, but he couldn’t afford to be seen. With every step, he could feel that feeling in his gut, the one that was both hot and cold at the same time.It was rage. The last time he had experienced it was in a bar in Alabama. He had.