We began to walk back to our room along the corridor Chris still taking pictures of me. We went through a set of double doors, our room was only 20 me...ters along the corridor, when a member of hotel staff came round the corner.We froze, and he froze, his mouth open as he looked me up and down not quite believing what he was seeing. He was a young man, around 18 years old. His badge informed us that he was a night ported. “What are you doing, you cant do this,” He eventually stammered,“I’m going. Her lips were drawn thin."Well," she said. "What do you have to say for yourself?" I, uh, I, uh, gee, Janet, you really have a great pair of -- I mean -- he, that guy, he was, wasn't he?" He was what?" Raping you. Wasn't he?" Raping me? You idiot! He wasn't raping me! Didn't you happen to notice I was totally nude? I..." Well, sure, Janet," Jack broke in. "I can see -- could see, that you're naked. I noticed that, yeah." Well, then why in the heck would you think I was getting raped? That guy. She had identified the main aggressor as Rodrigo's nephew. He had come with one of his men, and requested money in return for protection. That had not been enough and as he had found Alexa and her mother he had raped both of them while his bodyguard had also raped her mother and some other girls. After that he had claimed that Alexa is now his and that together with the protection money he'd also expect her services in the future. As they were expecting the next visit any day now, I returned. Normality set back in, and he rather shyly flicked through his phone at some pictures from summer 2010. Summer 2010... What a summer!Supping on his coffee, flicking through his pictures and munching on his danish, he descended into a world of his own. It was nice here, reminiscing. What a great summer that was. Having just left university, he had spent the summer at home in the quiet coastal town he called home. And had the fortune of meeting Chloe on one of his many drunken nights out. They'd.