She had to be strong. She called everyone and demanded that they take breakfast. They tried. She left for the bedroom. She opened the door, stepped in and then keyed it. Then she leaned on it with her back and sighed with relief. The boys had done a perfect job. So far, no arrests had been made. Stupidly, she went to the dressing table and looked at her beauty. With the middle finger of her right hand, she touched her dimples. Then with her both hands, she rested her fists on her perfect waist.