It still makes me sick when I think about it! That was never part of the plan!”“So you thought a major crime syndicate would just surrender to the... police?” I asked incredulously.“We thought they’d have to!” Liz said. “I ... I didn’t think they could even get guns in across the border. If they did, I thought it would be pistols and shotguns. We thought the police would have more men, more weapons. We ... we told them it was a major meeting between two drug syndicates. We had no idea they’d come. Mr. Anderson wasn't just her husband's boss. He was also an ugly and obnoxious old man. And if his ruddy features and breath were any indication, his fat, lazy, and domineering wife had driven him to the bottle. "Don't you lie to me bitch," Mrs. Anderson said. Her pudgy fingers slithered over Sara's thighs and stroked at the band of her thin tight nylon shorts. "I know your kind. You come out here in your hot pants showing off your long legs and tight little ass. You think I don't know what you. Since she was unwilling, she was able to be restored.What would happen if Riad fucked her while she begged for it? Would it matter that she was tricked by the illusions of this place? Would it only matter that she asked, that she wanted it, ached for it?What he was doing was terrible. I roared, all my frustration at walking through this ever-shifting garden mixing with my anger that Riad had taken my Sophia. It was supposed to be me offered up with the others rushing into save me. Not Sophia.. ~“Koady! Come on we are going” my dad yelled at me as he walked to the door, I groaned. My parents were making me go to a stupid party; I have never like proper teenage parties let alone the parties my parents go to, which basically consisted of old people drinking, dancing and singing karaoke. I would have stayed home if I could, but it was my Uncle Dave’s party, the uncle I haven’t seen in 3 years, so I had to go. My name is Koady by the way; I’m 17 years old and am in my last year of school,.