‘Where do you think you’re going Bitch?’ ‘Let go of me!’ He started laughing. I attempted to knee him in the balls, but he anticipated the ...ovement. The fact that I tried seemed to really piss him off. He slapped me hard across the cheek. I could taste a hint of blood on my lip. He grabbed me and threw me across the room. A chair broke my fall. It felt like a few of my ribs would be bruised, but luckily I landed near my room. I rushed inside and locked the door. I was definitely glad I. They found a Chinese restaurant that seemed popular, and they decided it was probably quite good, judging by the number of actual Chinese customers that were constantly coming and going. Their first surprise was that the menu was handwritten in a children’s first-grade notebook, but strictly in Chinese. Their waitress offered them another menu, this one in English, but instead of using it, they asked the waitress’ opinion on their most popular meals. After a few explanations and descriptions by. I tried my best to keep my mind on it all, but after the ladies comments before the class I found my mind constantly returning to him. The longer I looked, the more fascinated I became. His body was more lithe than I’d thought. He was very smart. He had a way of talking to people and making you feel that he was talking to you. I blushed when I realized that I was studying a part of him below the waist and so I looked away. When class was over I gathered my stuff and walked out with a couple of. We shook as he left, as he paused at the door, looking like a spy wondering who might be watching him.After he finally left, my sister came around from the back, “So I’m Sari Christiansen, that’s Mom’s maiden name, isn’t it?”“That’s why I picked it. Some stupid movie or TV show said, ‘Keep your lies easy to remember, ‘ so I did.”“You think Daddy can help Daniel?” she asked, dropping on my lap, snuggling with me.“Dad can help anyone who wants it. He is a very savvy businessman, Sis,” I said.