…what ya cooking?” he asked, shifting on the sofa again.“I thought I told you,” his mother answered in English. “Rice and curry.” Her Engl...sh was quite fluent with only the slightest accent.“You probably did tell me, Mom,” he replied, “but I’m in university so the only thing that stays in my head is homework-related.”Mala laughed in her sweet voice. Wiping her forehead again, she shook a finger at Vick and said, “Naughty boy!” Mother and son both laughed. “And where are your sisters?”“Dunno,”. “Besides, anything more then a handful is wasted.” Cut in a tall, olive-complexioned man with a goatee. He was dressed in casual clothes, slacks and a t-shirt. Nice muscles on that one.“Only if you aren’t man enough to know what to do with the rest.” I shot back.The muscled guy winced at my cutting remark, but with a smile on his face.“Trust me, he is.” Said a fourth man, built low to the ground and thick, like a muscled tank. His arms bulged through a gray shirt, and they somehow complimented. Passion, desire and most of all love. The image was now gone. He was going to laugh at me. Soon I would become just another trophy. He was probably going to just fuck me and leave. “Turn the light off!” I whimpered through sobs. “Hey, what’s wrong?” “Why didn't you just fuck me out on the beach? Instead I look like hell. My hair is a knotted mess. This stupid baby doll is ripped and my boob is hanging out. I have sand all over me and I couldn't find the fucking matches to light the candles. Finally, sitting at my desk, I took a few deep breaths and managed to calm myself. I reviewed everything that happened on Tuesday from the time I left work until I found Holly on the floor in the kitchen. Then it came to me. I hadn't brought my briefcase into the study. I dropped it and the bag from JC Penney's on the sofa in the living room before I went into the kitchen and found Holly.I sprang from the chair and ran to the living room but the briefcase wasn't there. The bag from Penney's was.