Ashok slept fast and I too dozed off. After about half an hour I heard Shaker calling me. I opened my eyes and asked him what is the matter. He said h... cannot sleep alone in the guest room. He wanted to sleep in the drawing room on the floor.I said how can you sleep lying on the floor, you come down and lie down in my bed near me. He was happy and went to the other side of the bed and sat on the bed. I said ok, lie down and sleep. Dont make any noise to wake up Ashok, I said. I observed that he. By the way, my name’s Chritie.’ ‘I’m Karen.’ Karen’s fears were quickly forgotten as she talked with Christie. Everything was fine, until later that afternoon…. ‘Mr. Mendoza, may I go to the bathroom?’ asked Karen. ‘Yes.’ Karen hurriedly walked out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. She opened the bathroom door and there stood Betty, fixing her hair in front of a mirror. Karen steeled herself and walked into the bathroom. She got as far as the first stall when Betty turned around.. Sara again went quiet and refused to answer. Very patiently she tried to get Sara to relax and confide in her, coaxing each little nugget of information until she knew enough for Sara to feel she could spill the rest of her story out. Slowly, piece-by-piece, the story seeped out about Marie and the day off work. Sara couldn’t bring herself to tell her friend about the cream and the fact that she was now entirely without pubic hair. She still recoiled each time the thought entered her head. She. He grabbed a handful of the man’s hair and pulled him back, and as he did the man slapped blindly at him as he fell to his back. It was a blind panicky punch that barely connected. Just enough to piss him off, though. The man in black had been too eager to kill the man, and he had let himself get a touch sloppy. It was alright by him, though. He had every intention of making this one messy. ‘Motherfucker you’re crazy!’ The man yelped and tried to crawl away, his ruined knees instantly.