The madam’s contemptuous smile at his back unseen as her rarely inspired sexual arousal moistened her mature cunt. Their descent took them to a larg... oaken door, the flickering light illuminating a leather crop fixed above it, atop a sign which simply read ‘Servitude’. The madam stepped past them and swung it open with a tart smile, and before Cavendish could make out the features of its interior, Beatrice led him in and he felt himself eased forward by the firm yet delicate hands of the madam.. That was when we realized how to identify a member of the Sharks gang. Each of the four men wore a white tee-shirt emblazoned with the image of a Great White about to take a bite out of whatever was just in front of it. One of the Sharks released his hold on the shopkeeper and pulled a knife while the other one held on to the original victim. In fact, his grasp was all that was holding the victim on his feet.The Shark with the knife growled, "Get out of here, you stupid Gringo. This is Sharks. I had a beach house and a Porsche to match. I was now parking my rented Porsche. Mine stayed in California, I rented one from a Chicago dealership. I looked at my old school and remembered how much I wanted to leave this town all those years ago. Now, I was glad to be back. It gave me the chance to show those assholes that I had done better than they had. I still found it hard to believe that they picked me least likely to succeed.I stepped out of the car and looked around immediately to see if. The next thing I heard was a roaring sound and the ground shook! Jane looked at me. "It's big and it's close!" She shouted. I nodded and we all huddled closer. The wind screamed. I had heard howling wind before but this was a scream.After ten minutes, it all let up. Jane said, "Be careful. Let's open the door. Remember, it will open down and there could be things on the it."There was water and leaves and bits of branches. I got wet but wasn't hurt. I stepped out into the yard and looked around..