She paused. I had to admit she was making some amount of sense. I had pretty much thought the same thing. The men of the Beverly were known not to be ...hoir boys.She continued, "Now this where I lost it. When I told him that without Sally's testimony there was no case against the men, he accused me of being worse than the men. I was outraged. He was belittling me for something that was his own fault, exactly as my father had done to my mother. I exploded at him. He had good reason to be upset. ‘Now ladies there are some rules. Jorge is our barman and eye candy for the day, but it is strictly look but don’t touch.’ Prue told them. ‘Are you listening Jeanette.’ ‘I hear you Prue.’ replied Jeanette in a disappointed voice. ‘Can’t I have just one little butt squeeze?’ ‘Jeanette!’ barked Prue in her best mother’s voice. ‘Alright. I’ll behave.’ she said reluctantly. ‘Good. So Jorge is going to make us some classic cocktails and then he’ll make whatever you like.’ Jorge whizzed into action. How old could he be? Maybe 18. Mexicans are dark and swarthy, but Jose is taller and lighter skinned. He says his ancesters came from Spain, not Mexico. He speaks very little English.She looks forward to his visits and even had him come in for iced tea. But not the others! What she doesn't know is that he and the other Latinos listen to their leader, a big guy named Janus (American) talk about her alot, and are watching for the right time. Their plan is to silence the dogs one night when she is. Everything."Leaning forward, April casually picked up the camera."I can tell. You guys do look very into each other."She turned the camera on and tried to get some of the pictures up on the LCD on the back. There were some pictures of Bridget in the water, trying to throw her hair back. They'd gotten the speed of the shutter on the camera wrong and the light was in the wrong place."Ok, so you've been trying to do some glamour shots, right? And you just don't want to, right Bridget?" Well, I.