” Pamela squeezed her daughter’s hand.Pamela opened the door. There was no hesitation as James stepped through and wrapped his arms around his mot...er. Neither said anything as she sobbed against his chest. Cassandra nodded to Sarah as they both fought tears.The four and a half years since he had walked out of their lives had seemed an eternity. Those worry-filled and uncertain years seemed to evaporate the moment Pamela felt her son’s arms around her. She held him with all her strength, fearing. “You don’t do that.”“But I will,” Janet answered softly, looking at her daughter. “I’ll sell my ass if you want me to. I’ll fuck anyone you say, as many as you want me to fuck. I’ll suck cock off, eat cunts, tongue-fuck assholes, if that’s what you two want me to do.”Janet’s voice was very low and soft as she spoke, her eyes downcast shyly, her hands folded passively in her lap.“But why do we have to make you do it, Mother?” Shari asked.“Because ... that’s what I’m made for.”“Bullshit,” Barry. You can tell them to come up at five o-clock. I should be able to make myself look civilised by then." Okay, Mr. Laurence, I'll bring them here at five."He began to walk away, then he stopped and turned back to me."You made the right choice, sir. I'm sure you won't be sorry."With that he was through the gate and gone.I replaced the floor panels in the LR then went into the cottage to get cleaned up.Five o'clock on the dot, I saw the car pull up in the lane. The two American girls got out and. She saw lightning in the distance, but the sky around the island was clear."Ms. Cortez, you look stunning," a man's voice said. She turned and saw an older man wearing a general's costume as elaborate as her own. He had salt and pepper hair, tan wrinkled skin, and a wry smile on his lips."I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage," she said."I'm Victor Montoya, the hotel manager," he said and extended his hand to her. When she took it, he lifted it to his lips instead of shaking it. "I hope.