Sipping my drink, overlooking the cramped conditions, I immersed myself in the music. There was virtually no space behind my table; but yet I heard se...eral muffled voices. I turned my head casually to look back, seeing a group of four older men sitting close to me in a filthy table.They all smiled as I glanced at them and tilted their drinks up toasting me. I quickly faced the band again. With each song, my body danced in time to the music, rocking back and forth in the chair. Many men had come. .. up now. Hey, wake up." The man was touching me, washing my face with some water from a plastic bottle and wiping at me with some cloth.I blinked at him and I had a headache. I couldn't have been asleep very long, I didn't think. I reached for my temple and there was a large cut on the side of my head, just under my hair where it started growing. The wound was still open and wet and I looked at my fingers, seeing them red and sticky with blood. Some fifteen or twenty feet away, the hunter was. She looks like a typical maarvaadi girl. Then we begin to chat every day night. She begins to talk very closely to me. I also felt very much comfortable with her. Even though I am 8 years younger than her we talked like college mates with no reservation. She gave her phone no to me and I begin to talk to her every day for more than 2 hours. She become very possessive if I didn’t talked to her on that day. Once she said she is not happy with her husband because he is not spending quality time. Rhiannon was like a powder keg, ready to go off, and Jordan was treading on very thin ice. Unfazed by Jordan's actions, Rhiannon placed her hands on her hips. "Have you got a death wish, blondie?" "Why'd you butt in on us?" shouted Jordan. "Barocca's had it in for me ever since I came to the Island. This was my chance to even the score, and get back at her for some of the things she's done to me!" Like a scene from a schoolyard, Rhiannon reached out her hand, and grabbed Jordan's head,.