Uncle Arthur was my grandfather’s twin brother, their uncle and my great-uncle, was late seventies and lived in a large house on the Outer Circle of...Regent’s Park with his eccentric wife Aunt Laura, but was still a really sharp businessman. He had been something big in the city, a well known business consultant, and his twin sons were both stockbrokers. I really like him, he reminded me of my grandfather who had died when I was about eight, and Aunt Laura was sweet although totally dotty. By. Which part of America was Eve from? Was she oneof those Bible-Belters who thought masturbation was some disgusting sin? Thename was certainly Biblical. Mika thought about that on the way home. No, Eve was meant to be the motherof sin, wasn't she? Surely a really religious family would have named theirdaughter something else, like... like... Ruth or... Mary or... Emmanuelle... Besides, a religious girl wouldn't be so used to wandering around the househalf-naked all the time. Two more weeks, that. "She grinned and challenged, "So then help me get you into the body bag and prove me wrong." And I realized once again a sneaky woman had manipulated me.She zipped the bag closed and ordered, "Don't move and don't make any noise."I tried to come up with a smart retort, but the bag was already closed and we were rolling. I sure as hell didn't like getting in the body bag but that wasn't the worst of it: Whoever the fuckers were that loaded me into the vehicle we were taking banged the hell out. That makes sense." Tika nodded.Raz came over and slapped his father on the back."That is how we get it done in the jungle where we come from, Naz-Father?" he asked with a grin."That it is, my son." he agreed, and there was another round of laughter."You are very beautiful, Jela." Raz said, turning to her. "I hope you will be my sex trainer when I am an adolescent." Why thank you, Raz. I am flattered." Jela told him with a smile. "Perhaps I will, though you have a year or three to wait until.