We slept.After that gargantuan eruption, we all needed to succumb to sleep.Our sleeping was accomplished upon an island of air mattresses, covering th...e great room floor.Scattered about were empty water bottles, a partially drank magnum of champagne, three bras – one of which was bland, white, and way too matronly for Rebecca's tastes. It was scheduled for a swift and humanitarian burial in the trash, as soon as one of us regained consciousness.I specifically remember Rebecca de-bra-ing Maggie. Janie had picked up the bottle of wine and was topping off her glass. “Did you have some?” She asked.“Just a sip of yours,” I answered,“We have beer, if you like that better.”“That’s what I usually drink,” I lied.“Ok then, most guys don’t like wine anyway. We have some in the mini-fridge upstairs if you want to watch TV up there,” She invited.I followed her to the stairs and watched her walk up from a few steps behind. A bottle in one hand and her glass in the other. I tried in vain to get a. My first thought was to wonder if I'd been made but whenhe tossed me down on the floor and ripped off my skirt, I didn't need towonder what he wanted. Ripping off my panties, he saw my adhesive-tapeand pad and was angry sating "What the fuck is that?" I cried that itwas my period and to please leave me alone. He just grabbed me andpulled me toward him and savagely entered my rectum. After he came, hewas angry that I bled over his THING and said "Suck it clean, bitch."When I started to turn. Once the photography was done they found a spot overlooking the River Seine and just stood there with their arms around each other, looking out at the view.To this point, Jake's bulky jacket and baseball cap had kept anyone from recognizing him — or at least anyone who cared to make mention of the recognition. It was when he leaned in to kiss Helen that this suddenly changed."Excuse me," a voice said in English with a heavy southern accent. "Ain't you Jake Kingsley?"Jake looked up to see an.