Finally I find my prize. I run my thumb over your length, from tip to base, hooking my other fingers into the outline of you over your pants. I watch ...our back stiffen just a bit and I know I’ll pay a price for teasing you. I bite my lip and continue with my heart pounding in my chest. I find myself praying that no one drops a fork or takes up a sudden urge to look under the table. My luck holds, my uncle is still chattering away, my aunt is still interjecting, and everyone else seems to have. Some were really weird, but they would wait until later. I was done with the sun, so I picked up the stuff and went back inside. I had decided my course of action. I put on t-shirt and shorts and was ready to test the wallet some more.I picked up the wallet from the table beside the bed where I kept it. I examined the thing again and found nothing different. I thought Krugerrands, fifteen in a velvet pouch. The wallet didn't look any different than it had. I opened it and peered inside. There. Now I know their sexualpreferences, but I still don't know them," I said."Oh, I have pictures from the restaurant on my tablet," she said, hoppingup from bed to get her tablet from her suitcase.She fiddled a bit and then turned the screen to me. On the screen were 5people. One was clearly a man. He had earrings in both ears and was bald."The man is the gay nurse I told you about," she said."I'm guessing Naisa is the one with the dark skin?" I asked."No, that's Emanuelle. Naisa is the Indian. Instead, you look into those eyes, glistening with feigned love and know she is holding on to you, tricking you into believing she's saving you from your inevitable descent into pitch-blackness. Yet you know she is taking advantage of her position of power over your demise, wielding it to hurt you as she sees fit.Following her into her bedroom like a puppet unable to cut its strings—a fish caught on a line—her scent, the smell of her room fill your nostrils, wringing your heart with each flash.