”Sue had finished her explanation, now waiting for Grace.“Sue, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I know African men. I know men like Fra...cis. Smart, strong and privileged. He’s been given or taken everything he’s ever wanted from the day he started growing up in his well-off Lagos home. Surrounded by servants and knowing he and his like were the center of the universe in his little world.”“He might be biding his time now, like the lion stalking its prey, but I’m pretty sure he still. We waited. The Billy that came out, wasn't the same one that went in."Damn." Billy said, shaking his head. "Dean's on his way out. Cleo, stay with Eddie a bit hey?"Dean came out and shut the door behind him, keeping his back to us he knelt by a cooler and stuck his entire head in, as if he were bobbing for apples. He scrubbed his face under water then brought hand fulls up to his bare chest. When he was at least finished, he poured the cooler out letting the water rush past him and under the. It only took a little boost for me to get him to shout across the room, "Hey Debbie, bet you fifty dollars the collar and cuffs don't match."Debbie later accused someone of spiking the punch, but that wasn't alcohol, that was me influencing her when she yelled back, "There's no cuff muff to match!"The room was already dead quiet when Tom yelled louder than before, "Prove it!"Everyone laughed as Debbie calmly walked over to Tom expecting her to say something to him or slap him, but then everyone. She felt her heart pounding in her throat when Suzanne finished the massage by lightly slapping Wendy’s skin. Suzanne was too involved in her work to notice Amy’s expression, which was lucky for Amy. Had Suzanne realized what her roommate was thinking, she would have ordered her out of the room. The next day Suzanne and Amy prepared the lighting and selected backdrops for the studio at the art department. Suzanne had all of her cameras with her and an assortment of tripods and flashes. Wendy.