It's nothing but constant sheets of rain pouring from billowing dark clouds and strobing flashes of jagged white-blue light, like electric veins racin... across the sky. The television's random digital glows bathe the living room in faint rainbow light. Little bits of our night surge through my mind. Lazily snuggling and flipping through channels; your laughter at some joke during the film that I can't recall; a small smile arcing your lips and your hand squeezing mine. My attention was more. And there will be no more of the Ms. Sharifa Abdullah nonsense that I used in Oxford. Americans are so snobbish that I shall travel and study as the Princess Sharifa, and at least four of my bodyguards will go everywhere with me. That will impress them.”Nicola laughed, “Do you remember after we graduated and you turned up in Cardiff in a Rolls with your bodyguards? It seems like years ago, now.”Sharifa giggled, “Yes, and your friend was so upset when one of the bodyguards watched us as he. . . And there she was. Jessica was lying naked on the weight bench and facing the door, which hequickly shut while his eyes tried to drink in as much of the sight before himas he could. Each of her hands was handcuffed to one of the sturdy posts, weldedto the frame of the bench, that were intended to support a weight bar, leavingher smoothly muscled arms entirely immobile, though not strained. Her wonderfullegs were bound to the weight bar by a pair of cable ties at each end, pullingher apart. “No, it didn’t, that’s true. But I think that Seong is attracted to her brother most of all. She didn’t just move in with him because her marriage broke up. She moved in with him because she worshiped him. You can see it in her eyes. It was as if he were her husband, not her brother. If he asked her to cut out her own heart so that he could eat it in front of her, she would and still look at him with love as she lay dying. That is how she feels about her own brother, which is very sweet and.