Both of us just acted like nothing had happened, and as far as she knew, nothing really had happened. As she stood there in the kitchen I kept pictur...ng all of the events from the night before. I couldn't believe what I had seen, but I was so happy and nervous at the same time about how it had affected me. Her phone would periodically chime as she received text messages, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were from him. I didn't even know his name, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. “That was a good start,” he nodded. “Now, you just have to take care of the boys and you can go back to England.”“No!” she shook her head. “Just you! You said just you!”“But you’re so good, I think my boys need a turn as well.” He turned to me. “What do you think?”“Just let us go!” I was catching my breath again now. “We won’t tell anyone!”He slapped me lazily across the face, one side then the other. “I didn’t ask that. Should she do them too or should we beat the shit out of you?”“No!” I. There was a knock at the door. "Marcy are you in here?" came a female voice. One of the guests was looking for her.I hear the lock being undone and the door opening. "Oh, Joan, thank God it's you. I need you to guard the door. Don't let anyone in here." I hear my mother in law say to someone outside."Why what's wrong? Is everything OK?" said the voice. FUCK! This is getting worse by the second."Oh MY!" I hear from my left."Would somebody shut the fucking DOOR?" I roared out. The door slams.. I then walk to Randell’s address. It’s a rundown house not too far from where I lost him. I am looking it over when I hear. “What the fuck do you think you’re looking at?” a voice says.I look and see Randell coming out the door. His hair is in a ponytail, he has a pair of jeans on and no shirt, as well as a bottle of beer in his hand. “I said what the fuck are you looking at asshole?” He repeats. “A low life that is going to give me answers.” I reply. “A low life you say, well you best watch.