Ruby let out a gasp. “Uh! It tickles!”Leah looked up. “Yes, you’re very sensitive. It’s lovely.” She dug her face back in between Ruby’s...legs and continued slurping.Ruby shivered and sighed, and then, as if Leah hit the right spot, grabbed the sides of the pillow and squealed.Leah switched her tongue for her finger, rubbing the glistening slit. “I know your father likes to see me with my clothes off. Maybe you’ll like it too.” She yanked up her dress with nothing underneath; her breasts swung. Marja grabbed the suitcase handle with Margaret. The two girls struggled to catch up with Amy.Margaret was out of breath by the time the Bon Temps bistro was in the distance. The two men had not emerged. Maybe, they were safe after all. She looked pleadingly at Margaret. Margaret just sat on the suitcase staring vacantly. Marja was watching the two Americans.Amy hugged Margaret. “Snap out of it. We need you. Think! What the fuck are we going to do? What do we even care what Alexander is up to. "You don't have to remind me!" Don't I?" She turned away, ignoring my tears and dejected face. "Jillwould you mind running up to our rooms? You will find the letter in thetop left drawer in Jayne's table." I'll go with you," said Anna. "I don't think any of us should bealone." Are you wanting to invoke an unofficial suicide watch?" asked Wesley,his jaw dropping."Jayne, with all the anti-suicide security that's in the school, do youthink you found a way to kill yourself?" Monica asked."Yes," I. "Shut up everyone," said the Boss, the only designation he had: theBoss. He was tall and husky, with a knife scar across his right cheek. His bulk could block the sun and remove hope from anyone in his shadow -and that aspect was from when Roberto had been a man's height. Now hestood a stratosphere below his "buddies" -- who had all betrayed him.The brunette shook her head. "I ask again: why are these two buffoonsdressing him? They'll rip the tights or fuck up the suit's zipper."The goons.