" Irregardless, Rach, I need to know how to get your dog off him without loosing a hand or either of us getting bitten."She laughed at the thought of ...ambo eating Nicola's hand."Now, we wouldn't want to do that. The world would be at lost without one of it's premier clothing designers." Sergio told you about that?" he asked - his interest piqued."Of course. I think he was trying to take my mind off the pain at the time. He told me that you two owned a clothing design firm. I believe he put it. “That’s settled. We can have a swim and eat later. There’s changing cubicles over there and towels stacked on the locker beside them.”Their drinks arrived and she took a sip. “It’s good,” she murmured. “I’ve been trying to place where you come from. You have a slight accent. South African isn’t it?”Shaun laughed, “Close; Kenya to be exact, although I did spend three years in Cape Town at University.”She nodded, “So did you live in Nairobi or Mombasa?”“About a hundred and fifty miles out from. “Tell me it’s not!” I demanded.“Oh, I can’t. You know what happened between Ben and those guys and why.”“I do. Just once I’d like to see a competitor actually compete properly instead of being underhanded!”“I thought your two main competitors played nice.”“Oh, they do,” I admitted. “But BLS, Lone Star, and EB have all shown me just how ugly business can be.”“Is Steve Adams calling for regulation?” Deborah mocked.“No,” I chuckled, “because that ties my hands more than it does theirs. I can trace. I also get to see parts of Mom that I had never gotten to see before.I have seen Mom punished by John on several occasions for not obeying his rules too. Once she had to stand next to the television set topless while John and I watched a two-hour movie. About half way through her punishment John took two Polaroid pictures of her and gave me one. Mom had to sign and date it for me. He told me to put it somewhere safe and then he told Mom not to look for it and not to destroy it either.A few days.