I ate it and I thought it tasted great," I sassed.My mother sighed."Look sis, we all had a good time ok? It is Gabby's birthday and she has the right ...o do with her cake whatever she wants," my uncle said."It's pointless trying to get through to you all."My grandmother laughed. She looked at me. "Did you have fun Gabby?"I nodded happily eating some of my cake. "Yes I did." Then that's all that matters."My mother shook her head. "I swear Gabby, you need to grow up." Let her be a kid," my uncle. Despite my incredulity, I looked more closelyat the card anyway. I read the few details that there were on the card:'Let the Tarot be your spirit guide on your journey of self-discovery,exploration, and transformation.' Yeah, whatever. I had my hunch thatthis gift had come right out of the fringes of good New York society,exactly the type of crowd that my sister and her friends liked to hangaround with. Sure enough, the card informed me that Miss Amina had heroperation in the heart of. “I think that you want to do it Layla, your pussy says that you do.”“Well I guess that I do then, it’s just so public.”“And on the balcony isn’t public, all those people across the road were strangers.”“But I might get sand in my pussy and that could be painful.”“I’d suck it out, but we could do it like that couple.”“I like riding you Jake.”I said no more, and neither did Layla. I kissed her again, a long, tongue wresting kiss. After a few seconds I pulled her down to the sand on top of me.. “Stay with Aunt Kara.”“What’s going on?” Jessica asked.“No idea. I’m sure I’ll be right back.”I followed the uniformed officer to a small room where another man in plain clothes was waiting. I sat in the single chair on the other side of a table from the man in the suit, and the uniformed officer stood with his back to the door.“What was the purpose of your trip to the Soviet Union?” the man asked.“I went to a friend’s wedding,” I said. “Is there a problem?”“Who did you meet with?” he asked,.