I’d been told stories of myriad ways the Moors brutalized Christians and Jews in far off lands. At the time I thought the tales were fantasies desig...ed to keep us faithful to the man who died for us. By the look of the things I saw now I thought the stories about the Moors seemed almost innocuous. The bodies of the men we found were treated with the savagery only a heathen could devise, but it was our women; the women who suffered the most. At least once a man’s suffering was done his soul went. But it was the revelation that there were emotions inside her that she thought had vanished when she took control of her life three years prior. She twisted on her naked rear and brought her legs over the side of the bed, felt something brush against the side of her foot. She leaned forward and peered down at the torn plastic bag that previously suffocated her. A subtle smile crossed her lips but quickly vanished when she returned her focus elsewhere on more unsettling thoughts. She rose up. They hoped to catch him some day.Dad and Grandpa had a meeting together. Grandpa said he wanted to open two new stores. He told Dad how good Bob and I were doing in the business. There was no way we could all make a good living at just the one store.Grandpa called Bob and me in, and asked us if we really wanted to be in the independent grocery business. We both told him we did. That's when Dad told us that they were opening two new stores and we each would be managing one of them.We were so. They were a whole clan of real estate assholes. Just my kind of people.They let nine of the thirteen buildings by the room or house and by the day or week. The whole property was on a small cliff right on the pink sand beach that was Brittany's claim to fame.The boys had known more about this trip than I did and, in honor of our location, the color of the day was pink. Yann and the twins looked a little fem, but Ivan and Sean somehow managed to be dead butch.Yann's family was friendly enough..