An old lady was my house owner’s; he was around 69 years of age, suddenly one fine day she fell in bathroom and become ill , from then she was bedri...den for 2 months and then died , Her grandson came and took care of all the amenities and then he told from then on , I have to pay the rent to him for that o accepted. Then after a week a young lady wearing a burka (that black dress Muslims use wear) came to my house and asked details about me and then I learned that she is the acting owner now in. The colonel looked at me, his expression none other than that of baffled amusement; I knew then that his bluff had been called. He had no intentions of harming Beth or my aunt. However, without a shadow of doubt, my uncle was the colonel's true intended victim to be defiled.The colonel smirked and shrugged dumbly, as if to say, 'so be it' for the old man's unexpected choice of personal sacrifice. He templed his hands on his face and shook his head in what had to be disbelief of events, but made. Let’s go boogie!”I turned to Chris. “Hope you wouldn’t mind,” I asked.“Nah, you too go have fun,” he shooed us away before downing a glass of scotch.I held her hand and led her out of her table and together we hit the dance floor. There were playing a hot reggae number; I pulled my friend’s wife closer and together went with the crowd and moved our hips and legs to the rhythm of the music. It was getting hot and I was cooking up a sweat, but I was enjoying myself. Justin too was having the time. Well he’d married Mildred, gotten the money he wanted, started a company, used Mildred’s father’s contacts, make tons of cash, bought three homes, squeezed out two ugly ungrateful kids, over extended himself, and finally broke the law. All the while she, Florence, had hung around, hung around like a dumb bitch believing someday he’d come back. He never came back, not the way she wanted. Oh, he came back all right! Whenever he wanted a quick blow job or a night in the sack he’d show up, but.