I put my hand on Tina’s arm. ‘Put your fangs away, Tina.’ I turned to the rider. ‘No. I bought the land from Brian Morestead two weeks ago. My...name is Chandler.’ ‘Chandler!’ She gasped. ‘That’s strange. Years ago the land was owned by a family of that name. Do you have any connection to?’ I stopped her from going on. ‘No, the name is a coincidence. As we are introducing ourselves, perhaps you would honour me with your name.’ ‘I am Annabel Swinson. Forgive me for my original attitude.’ ‘No. I planted a hard right hand into his stomach, doubling him over, and then proceeded to throw pile driving punches into his ribs. I knew I had cracked a couple, maybe more. I pushed him up against the wall to straighten him up, then swung another hard right fist into his jaw. He crumpled onto the floor and didn’t move. At that moment Jack came running into the house. When I saw him my rage was renewed. “You” I yelled. “You set your own sister up to be raped.” I was taking long. It took him a moment to process who it was, and another moment to realize that he was being recorded."Bill, what the fuck are you doing here?" he asked. "Turn that fucking camera off. In fact, just give me the phone." He thrust his hand out, as if he were a school teacher demanding her student to spit out his gum."You're fucking crazy if you think I'm giving you my phone," Bill laughed."Give me the fucking phone!" Roger screamed in the same high-pitched tone. He took a few steps toward. On the way I was just seeing her back. She was wearing white nighty with pink roses on it. White strap of her bra was clearly visible from behind as the upper part of her nighty was partially transparent. She had already placed a stool over a table in her bed room. I climbed over the stool. Aunty gave me a big speaker and told me to place at the corner of the top shelf. I placed it and was trying to get down. Suddenly the knot tied to my lungi got opened and it fell down. Now I am completely.