.... Susan is it?" Susan nodded her head again."Marilyn, tell Susan what this place is called in English." Marilyn shuffled over to Susan, looked up a...t her with a tear in her eye, and said, " La Casa Putas" means "House of Whores". Everyone in the bar laughed.Susan trembled as Juan's muscular arm encircled around the young American wife's slim waist. Susan finally found her voice and softly asked, "will my husband and son be all right?" "They will if they don't do anything stupid, they will be. There was nowhere to sit, so Chrissy bentdown and started to undo her complicated sandals, but she couldn'tuntie the tight knots in the straps around her ankles."Mom!" Chrissy whispered. "I need help again! Mia tied my sandals inknots!" Barbara had already slipped off her sling-back heels (she worehigh heels just about everywhere) and placed all of their other thingsin two trays. She had to pull Chrissy aside, bend down, and help heruntie her sandals, with a line of busy airport travelers. We were made very welcome at the party. It seemed to be mostly men, just a few couples. It seems it was at the home of Phil's boss, so it was mostly people from his office. We enjoyed the food at the buffet and the drinks were plentiful. We seemed to be getting more drinks offered to us well before we had finished the ones we had.We were having a good time, dancing and chatting with people. They seemed a friendly crowd. At one point, late in the evening, Phil cut in when I was dancing with. After lots of booze and dance party finished that day i convinced pooja to come with me to my place,we dropped poonam at her place.Me and pooja came to my apartment and had fun,days went like this.One day i received a friend request in my fb and there was no profile pic,i checked the profile and i realised its a very new fb account and the profile name was divya.I accepted the request and send her a massage asking “do i know you”.After five minutes i received a reply saying “i don’t know you.