" The man's voice was pitched and shaken, just like Jin liked it. "Then where is Vraska?" Jin said kneeling down to look into the man's eyes. "I don...t know where the city is." The man said, "My father probably knew." Jin looked at the empty space. Maybe he had over reacted... But the old guy had been so rude. His fault. "Take me to your home. I am growing tired." The man nodded furiously as he got up quickly, eager to obey, as he should. The house was not far off. It was a simple enough. It had a carved Indian outside, and enormous ceramic jars of Latakieh and Virginia tobacco, boxes of cigars, pipes carved from meerschaum and amber, expensive silver lighters, cigar cutters and penknives. This was where she bought her Dutch cigarillos, or whatever they were. At the back of the shop was a stair leading down to a wood-panelled basement which was split into two parts. To the left there was a coffee bar catering to refugees from the financial district round the corner: women would. The way he looked at me was priceless. Pure shock and lust passed over her handsome face. I smiled an innocent smile and continued to suck on his finger. He did his best to ignore me, but I did my best to hold his attention. After about twenty minutes of him repeating, "You're gonna get it little girl..." over and over, he snatched up the remote and flicked the TV off. I jumped up off my couch and ran to my bedroom attempting to lock the door behind me before he could get to it. He, however,. No dinner: I was hungry.A woman was entering as I arrived and she smiled at me and held open the door. I thanked her and found the door to flat C at the back of the ground floor, behind some stairs.I rang the bell.The door opened.The man who answered the door was the one she had been with on the previous Friday at the restaurant. So much for ‘he is not my boyfriend’! The man was wearing a frilly pinafore and was obviously involved in cooking their evening meal. Very domestic. He took one look.