I found the coffee and set about making a fresh pot. I checked on Dana again and she was still asleep. I was hungry and downed a banana while I scroun...ed around looking for some cereal. I was halfway through my cereal when Dana appeared in the doorway. She looked like she had suffered a bad night. I stood and went to her.I held her for a few moments, not saying anything. She had her head on my shoulder and was quiet as well. I didn't detect any tears or sobs, so I guessed that she was just. He sat me down in a comfortable padded wicker rocker and fed me a sip of wine. “How do you feel?” he asked. “Actually, pretty turned on,” I said. “This is sexy.” “Even though I haven’t touched you and said I would not have sex with you tonight?” he asked. I nodded. “Good,” he said. He pulled out a stack of papers and pulled out a photograph of a nude woman kneeling on the floor with leather cuffs secured around her wrists behind her back. “She looks beautiful, serene,” I said. “Even though you. "And I'm going to answer you because you are Jason's..."Monique blushed for a moment and then whispered. "Fiancée. I was his fiancée until Rebecca and I ruined it."I watched father's head whip around to stare at Monique, but my head slowly nodded to acknowledge the truth of Monique's statement. Father sank onto the bed in shock while Patricia looked straight into Monique's eyes.There was a long moment of silence before Patricia sighed. "Well, at least that explains why Jason showed up here with. She said while we were eating we'd go and see if wecould locate my suitcases. I said that's fine with me. After eating Itold her I'd go change and quicky went to my room only to discover myclothes were gone. Aunt Mary, I called out where are my clothes. Shecame up into my room and said I'm sorry I just put them in the washerthis morning, not thinking we were suppose to leave. I don't have a dryerso they are soaking wet. How am suppose to go get my luggage? I asked.Well, she said, maybe you.