She bends down, inadvertently allowing him to see straight down her shirt. When she looks up she finds that Andrew is staring at her. Her face turned red and she puts the juice on the coffee table before walking away and adjusting the shirt’s neckline.
“The juice keeps you healthy?” one of the women says, “I like watermelon banana juice the most. Mr. Clifford, I want to try.”
Before the woman can grab the juice, Gabrielle stops her. The woman is shocked.
“It’s for Mr. Clifford,” Gabrielle says with awkward embarrassment, “If you want to drink some, I’ll make you another cup of juice.”
“Do you think I’ll like it?” Andrew asks.
He looked happily at Gabrielle, pleased to see how protective she’s being of him. Gabrielle tries to hide her nervousness. She’s not sure if he’ll drink the juice or not, but she hopes he drinks all of it. She wants him to get such bad diarrhea that he won’t be able to f.u.c.k her. She knows that no one will suspect her of anything—they all think she’s meek as a lamb.
“You need to drink it for tonight,” she says.
“For tonight?” he asks.
“Beer and wine are bad for making love,” she explains, “Juice can umm increase your stamina.”
“Is there a juice that can make people excited?” Andrew asks with a smile, “I’d love something to help trigger my s.e.x.u.a.l desire.”
Gabrielle swallows and nods, “Sure, this juice can do that too.”
“As long as Andrew drinks it, everything will be ok,” Gabrielle thinks, “I don’t have to worry about arousing his desire if he just finishes this juice.”
“I’ve never heard that watermelon juice can make people excited,” Andrew says, “Is it true?”
Andrew is confused—normally Gabrielle is so shy, but now she’s making him stimulating juice and acting eager that he drinks it.
“Umm…there is a sort of catalyst in the watermelon,” Gabrielle bluffs, “It contains a hormone which can be harmful, but indeed makes people excited when they drink a lot.”
Gabrielle emphasizes the words “a lot.” Andrew doesn’t know that she’s lying through her teeth. He smirks.
“Can you help me drink it?” he asks.
“Me?” Gabrielle asked confusedly.
He nods at the cup, and she understands his meaning. She picks it up and holds it to his lips. It’s not easy to help him drink. She needs to lift the cup higher and higher as he drinks, and the motion makes the skirt ride up her thighs. The women in the room laugh.
“Mr. Clifford, why do you bully the child?” one of the women asks.
“Gabrielle, I think Mr. Clifford would prefer for you to help him with your mouth,” says another.
Gabrielle is so shocked she almost spills the juice.
“Does Andrew wants me to help him with my mouth?” she thinks, “He’s so shameless!”
“Don’t you know how to do it?” a woman sneers, “May I teach you?”
Gabrielle quickly shakes her head.
“My stomach has been quite upset, and I fear I have bad breath,” Gabrielle says, “I am afraid Mr. Clifford might find it off-putting, and I certainly wouldn’t want to make him ill.”
Andrew Clifford frowns skeptically.
“If you don’t believe me, you can have a smell,” Gabrielle says.
She opens her mouth to allow Andrew to have a whiff. As soon as she gets close to him, he recoils in disgust, Her breath smells strongly of garlic.
“Stay away from me,” Andrew says.
Gabrielle looks down to hide her smile.
“Besides, it’s not hygienic to feed someone mouth to mouth,” Gabrielle says, “Medically speaking, feeding someone with your mouth is an easy way to share contagions. Moreover, some medical professionals believe that AIDS, herpes, and other sorts of STIs can be transmitted orally as well.”
“Do you think that I have AIDS?” Andrew asks, offended.
“No, I was just giving an example,” Gabrielle says, innocently batting her eyelashes.
Between the garlic and all the talk about infectious diseases, Andrew finds himself losing interest in Gabrielle. He quickly grabs the cup and drinks all of the juice. He doesn’t see the smile on Gabrielle’s face.
A light turns on outside the door and someone comes into the house. Gabrielle begins to wonder how long it will be before Andrew tries to f.u.c.k her.
When Leilani gets out of the taxi, a group of luxury cars drives past at high speed, sending up clouds of dust. The fine dust coats Leilani from head to foot. She covers her nose and coughs.
The taxi driver is reluctant to drive her any further into the property because he says it’s too hard to turn the cab around. He promises her it’s just a ten-minute walk. Though Leilani objects and offers to pay more, the driver continues to refuse.
Leilani expected the place to be mysterious and abandoned—populated only by wild animals. She is surprised by the expensive sports cars. She takes out the phone and looks at the GPS. According to the map, she’s in the right place, but she finds herself incredibly confused.
She takes out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter that she convinced the driver to sell her. The driver warned her that there are many snakes in the area, and she knows that snakes are afraid of smoke. The path is covered in muddy patches, and the wind makes an eerie sound as it blows past the bamboo. After the sudden noise of cars, the silence feels oppressive.
Suddenly, Leilani feels afraid. She wonders if she was too impulsive in coming to this place. A green snake hangs down from a tall bamboo and sticks its tongue out at her.
It is the Trimeresurus stejnegeri—a particularly poisonous type of viper. One bite can but a person in a lot of danger. She’s grateful for the smoking cigarette in her hand; she knows the small cigarette is all that keeps the viper from attacking her.
After several minutes of walking, a Southeast Asian-style villa appears. The front gate is closed and a bodyguard is standing in front of the gate. From the outside, Leilani can see the villa’s courtyard. The expensive cars that passed her are all parked in front of the villa in the courtyard.
There are two lights on either side of the door and the fence and wall are covered in climbing pink roses. A wooden plaque on the gate reads Clifford. The bodyguard quickly stops her.
“Please show your invitation,” he says.
Leilani doesn’t have an invitation. Thinking quickly, she takes the bullet Andrew gave her out of her pocket. It is a unique bullet: it’s made of bronze and the name “Clifford” has been etched into it. The bodyguard hesitates but finally opens the gate for her.
Leilani tries to hide her surprise; she had no idea the bullet would let her enter so easily. She doesn’t know that the bullet is significant within the Clifford family. She enters the courtyard. To her left, she sees a huge pool. Several women wearing bikinis are laughing beside the pool. There are so many people at the villa, Leilani’s presence fails to arouse suspicion.
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