There were the times that her parents would go on long hikes to the falls with another couple from "the group" as Sandy came to think of them. And the...e were the evenings that they spent with that entire group of people indoors with the shades drawn, unlike with other camp members where they were always outdoors.Noticing those things made her remember similar patterns at home in Columbia, with two other couples that had children her age. When they were going out to dinner and a movie by. The blonde haired vision disappeared through a shop door and as Don Juan and Belinda reached the shop, Don Juan pulled her up and led her through the door after him. They were in a coffee bar, dimly lit and filled with the sound of piano jazz. The place was deserted except for the blonde haired man who had his back to them as he worked at the coffee machines. His skin glistened with perspiration. The man turned and flashed them a dazzling smile. “Hey guys,” he greeted them in a heavy American. "What was "it"? You might be wondering. Like I said, Bob had lost a big hand at a private poker game. He had met up with his "buddies" at the casino and had brought them back to our honeymoon suite. I didn't like the way those men had looked at me. I was hardly dressed when Bob burst into the room. I had one of Bob’s shirts on and just my underwear. The last thing I expected was a posse of men following him into the room. They were all drunk, including Bob. Turns out they had all decided to. "My hands?!", Cindy said."Among other things", Ted responded with a sly grin.Cindy took Ted's coat and laid it over the recliner. Then she took a seat on the edge of the sofa, and patted the cushion next to her, inviting Ted to join her."Actually Ted, I'm not sure how this encounter should start. I've never been down this path before".Ted sat back on the sofa. He took Cindy's hand a gently pulled her near. He put his arm around her, and she put her head on his shoulder."I want this to be.