“What kind of medicine do you want to practice?”“I’m not sure, but I was thinking oncology. My aunt died last year of pancreatic cancer and I ...ant to help find a way to beat it.”“Let’s talk afterwards,” Jessica said.“Sure!”“These are my friends Maureen and Ryanne,” Becka said. “They’re twins from St. Louis. Maureen is pre-law, and wants to be the first female President of the United States!”“Well,” I laughed, “that tells me she’ll fit right into our insanity! She’s certifiable if she wants THAT. She begged off, saying she was exhausted and needed to sleep on the way and they could talk once they got home.Later, home and in their bedroom, Bruce lay in bed waiting for Linda to join him. His mind was in overdrive. What had happened at the party? How did Linda react? Was she okay? What would this mean for him? Was she upset? He even tried to imagine how she felt after supposedly being fucked by a super-hung Black stud. The image made him excited, and this he found annoying.Finally Linda. Across the road from their hotel as a large bar then as series of smaller ones as the road headed to the main street. Many of the bars were closed during the day. Their hotel room was smaller than the last one in Bangkok but it had a balcony and a double shower, something that Jess wanted to put to good use! Changing into their beach-wear the two headed out to see what the place had to offer. Cameron commented to Jess, 'There are so many bars!'. 'Yes babe this is like a sin city'. Cameron. ‘Fix it? You’ll fix it? How?’ Gray demanded to know, growled when Laura tried to shut the door on him, pushed it open and walked into the apartment as if he owned the place, closing the door behind him. ‘Go away,’ Laura pleaded. ‘Laura, what do you mean you’ll fix it?’ Gray asked. Laura glared at him and dropped into an oversized chair. ‘Please Gray, let me alone, I need to think,’ Laura pleaded. ‘Promise me something,’ Gray said, kneeling down in front of the chair. ‘What?’ Laura asked. ‘Don’t.