" You don't know that."Frank looked back at Jay, frowning. "He has to be, because I'm not leaving here without him."The clanging sound of a pan droppe... somewhere in the house caused them both to jump, Jay going so far as to grab hold of Frank's arm. "Okay, someone's definitely here," Jay admitted, leaning forward to sniff the air. "And I think... something's burning." Kitchen," Frank whispered, and together they headed towards it. But, before they got there, Jay paused to unplug a table lamp. It was an awful surprise when Tunis turned out to be a completely modern city and the hotel turned out to be a typical American hotel chain product. They had certainly expected to see narrow streets full of men with donkeys and camels; instead they got broad boulevards full of cars. True, the signs were in Arabic script as well as French, but the most of the men they saw were dressed very similarly to those they would see back home. The hotel certainly did have three bars and there was a. “All that driving really did me in,” I thought. Still groggy, I glanced over to where my brother and Cristina had been sitting. The lights seemed to have been turned down from what I'd last remembered, but were still giving off enough light to be useful. And that’s when I saw them there, Cristina on top of him, grinding her crotch onto his, facing him as he sat there on the sofa. They were both kissing deeply as she wriggled her ass over what had to have been his very erect penis.I don’t know. “What do you want Crys?” he asked. “My lawyer will be in touch shortly, but I suggest you find a new place to live.” Robert jumped up and yelled, “Like hell! This is my fucking house!” “Our fucking house!” I snapped back. “You forget Robert! My name is on the deed too!” He ran his hands through his red hair. “This is stupid Crys! Let’s work this shit out!” “You’ve been cheating on me for at least five years! There’s nothing to, quote, ‘work out’ as you say. I can’t trust you anymore! Now,.