Yes that was the name that seemed appropriate for him. It was her dad who took her into a jungle that she has never seen before despite being born her...abouts, and not far away from their house near the river. A scary woman, thin, wrinkled like a dried Chinese plum, with long hair completely white, lived in a house on legs of dark old weathered teak. She knew her dad and greeted him like a friend in her voice as squeaky as a rusty hinge. They ate and she and her dad smoked some. We created a space for it in our bedroom. The queen size air mattress went in Joan and Doug’s bedroom. While Doug helped me with the furniture, Penny and Misty added to the Christmas decorations to make the house festive tailored to New Year’s Eve.I had misgivings about the teens participating in the swinging activities and told them so over dinner one night. Joan and Marjorie were less concerned. Brad just laughed.The three teens had been miffed about being unable to participate in the. I saw her eyes widen as she realized it was me. Finally, when we were about 20 feet apart, we stopped as if we were gunslingers from the Wild West.I turned to Carrie."You remember your instructions," I said rather than asked."Yes, master," she nodded. "Four days." You have my changeling," the man called out, putting a sneer into that South American accent I'd heard over the phone a few days before.I have a changeling, asshole, I thought. But she ain't gonna be yours.I nodded.He released his. "She's a bit cowed. He likes them with spunk." And he likes his spunk in them," joked Mary."Shut up and meet my siblings," Denise reddened, opening the door to a vast den with a huge television covering a quarter of one wall and another wall with a monitor nearly as large. "Richard, Elisabeth, Noah, meet my friends."Richard and Elisabeth battled at the monitor while Noah sat transfixed watching things blow up. Denise realized she hadn't jarred her sibling's attention. Shrugging, she led her.