Next day Kim revealed at breakfast she had too much drink last night and wasn’t feeling so well, and would stay back in the apartment.After Sara and...her father had left, I was sat on the balcony in my trunks; the only ones I’d brought were budgie smugglers, but I wasn’t expecting anybody else. I hadn’t been there long before Kim appeared, she wearing a bikini which left little to the imagination, it barely covered her tits, and the bottoms were very tiny.She stood there looking absolutely. Her long blond tresses had been tamed into a thick braid, but a part of her curls had been left to frame her face. She was wearing his grandmother’s gift around her neck, and the sparkle of the sapphires competed with her blue eyes.“Thank you, Richard,” she smiled. “I confess to being nervous. It’s been a while since I was on a ball.”“A year,” Richard stated. “What a year it was!”“It was, wasn’t it,” Ellen consented. “Let us not speak about it today, Richard. We don’t want to be the spectre at. "So, you and her," his glance at Laura is venomous, "didn't double team me yesterday? You had no idea she was going to meet up with me, tell me about your father, and whatever?" I..." She desperately tries to hold his eyes with her own, but she's crying again, and everything is beginning to blur. "I wanted you to know what you were getting into." Yeah, right," Gavin scoffs.Through her tears, he fragments and distorts, making it seem as though some unseen force is pulling him apart."How many. ———— Kim had watched as the two women, Kia and Shai, had been carted off. He knew there was no hope of rescue if he tried any form of direct intervention. His best and probably only hope was to escape south and west. He’d considered a move to the east toward Ethiopia, but trashed the notion figuring that’s where they’d be expecting him. However, to the southwest was the Central African Republic. Economically that country was a basket case, relying very heavily on foreign aid. Luckily almost.