" Aw, poor dear. I'll have to take care of you after the party." I don't know if I can wait that long." Oh?" How about something quicker now and then ...'ll take care of you tonight?" What? A little nibble, hey?" I was hoping perhaps for a little more." With Mum here?" A little danger for a bit of a thrill." A little danger! While she can deny to herself that there is anything going on it's okay for us to fool around. If she actually witnessed anything though, you'd be in front of a preacher. If you don't want your father to find out, call me the moment you discover this note.Ann"The note wallops me like a Louisville Slugger upside the head. I stagger backwards and fall to the floor, slumping against my parents' bed. My whole life flashes before my eyes. I see everything being taken from me. The Lexus SUV. The trust fund. Everything. My father hates fags. No way he'd tolerate one in the family.I dig into my pocket for my phone and dial Ann's number. She answers on the second. If I had to put money on it, it would be that the gang members went into the confessional regularly. It is one of those weird dichotomies that many criminals are religious. You would think one would cancel out the other, but no. It's just one of those strange facts of life.If it was a cartel and not local gangs, things would be much harder. Cartels used kidnapping as one of their side businesses, and were very efficient at it. More so than a gang would be. But, from what I had read, they didn't. They where all dressed in there finery all four of them had there matching hats with there outfit’s and I must addmit they all looked gorgeous for Ladies in there 50’s I was only 25 at the time and I later found out that Mrs Smith the lady organising it was 64, she looked stunning, but I was attracted to her friend that lived in the Big house in the same road. Mrs Jones was a Stunning Lady and I had driven her before, her Husband had a very important Job and they where very well off. I must.