The Morales house is with in walking distance from Hampton Road. They own a three level, five bedroom, contemporary style, beachfront property. Morgan arrives at 11:30pm. He wears an Italian made, cream rayon and silk suit with cream, leather, Italian shoes. A silk, paisley handkerchief is in his left breast pocket. To compliment the outfit, Morgan carries a beige, leather man purse. Mr. and Mrs. Morales are in Havana for one month. The family owns the largest and most recognized recycling plant on the East Coast. A Cuban immigrant, Mr. Morales started Pea Tree Recycling in the early 1980s. Now, theyve twenty five recycling facilities nationwide. Morgan met Hector and Juan, through his mother Doris, when they were teenagers. Doris and Mrs. Morales were friends and shopping buddies. The brothers are identical twins. Juans getting married to his high schools sweetheart, and Hector wants to throw a party for him. In Sag Harbor, the Morales family are considered to be the most attractive family in the East Hampton because every member is extremely beautiful and charming. Morgan recalls their gorgeous cousin Julia. He had a crush on her when they were younger. Both brothers stand at 61, have square, masculine faces, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. They love entertaining people and having house parties every year, for a selected few. Morgans close with Juan, but over the years, he has developed a better relationship with Hector. Juans more reserved, but Hectors the complete opposite, rough around the edges. When Morgan entered the house, Rap music blasts in the background, 50 Cents, Ill Woop Your Head Boy is heard. The base is thumping. A DJ, from a well-known Hip Hop radio station in Manhattan, is hired. The houses packed with one hundred fifty people, wall to wall. Their ages range from 30-45. As everyone danced, Morgan notices most faces are white, with a few brown hues scattered about. Hector approaches screaming. Yo! Whaz-up Bro! Check you the fuck out! Your ass is extra Morgan. You clean as a motherfucker, with your blond hair! Hector laughs uncontrollably, while hugging and patting Morgans back. Hector, my brother, you know how I do. How the fuck are you man? Im doing good. Observing the crowd, Look at all these damn people. What the hell was I thinking about when I sent out the invites? You see than man over there. Hector points to a tall gentleman with straight, light brown hair. His names Ivan Rochko. Hes a famous Russian Opera singer. Really? Yes dude! I dont know him! I never sent him an invite. Morgan laughs. Wheres Juan, the married man to be? Hmmmmmm! How the fuck should I know? This is his party dude, and Im greeting all the guests. Hes probably upstairs getting some pussy, or his dicks in a glory hole. A glory hole? You guys arent playing this year. Hell no bro! This is the party of the Century. Hows Julia? Shes here too, my cousin the freak. Shes dating a young, married Italian couple. Im sure shell be happy to see you. Look at that mocha brown honey with the locs, holding the white Pomeranian. Why the hell did she bring a dog to this party? I love her though. Wearing a white, lace cat suit and white suede stilettos, her attire leaves nothing to the imagination. Her bodyguard is two feet away. Wow! Shes beautiful. Shes some kind of erotica entertainer. She calls herself Empress Erotica. I dont know how the fuck she got here either, but I aint mad. Is Lillian here? Yeah, I saw her dancing with Jordin. How does Jordin look now? I havent seen her in years. Shes fine as fuck man, and yes, her ass is still fat. Look at all these beautiful women Morgan. They all need to be getting fucked tonight. Oh my damn! I feel like I died and went to heaven. The DJ plays David Banners Play (Dirty version). The partygoers scream. Two women jump on the coffee table; its Lillian and Jordin Stein. Everyone cheer them on, as Lillian and Jordin seductively teased, by slowly removing their tops. Like Morgan, Jordins biracial. Her mothers African-American, and her fathers an Orthodox Jew. Jordins family has a six bedroom, contemporary style house in Water Mill. Mr. Stein owns two, reputable retail shops, in the Diamond District of Manhattan and one in Beverly Hills, selling imported diamonds jewelry from South Africa. While dancing, Jordin displays a beautiful, diamond, tennis bracelet and ring on her left hand and wrist, and they sparkle across the room. A gleefully, unemployed millionaire and 32 years old, Jordins a tall, curvaceous, light cinnamon woman with light brown eyes, reddish, wavy, shoulder length hair and light freckles on her nose and cheeks. Her natural breast are double Ds, which perfectly matches her small, muscular waist and full hips. Morgan always loved her body. Although shes much smaller, Jordin reminds him of Elaine. Jordin wears a short sleeve, sheer, white belly shirt that hangs off the shoulders, which stops three inches below her breasts, with white low rider jeans and pink, spiked heels. Jordin never liked to wear bras. Her thick, light brown nipples press against the fabric. Lillian wears a cream, silk bikini top with matching capris. As the pants rest on her hips, she displays a diamond belly chain with beige, leather, pointed mules. The chain was given to her, by Jordin, as a birthday present. As they removed each others shirts, both women dance topless. Look. Thats Lillian and Jordin there. Morgan shakes his head at Lillian. Damn, Jordin looks good. You remember what I told you yesterday, right? Hector laughs, Hell yeah. I remembered. Youre as cold as ice Morgan. I hope I dont get on your bad side. Make sure you distort your voices, but dont distort Lillians. Damn, I love you man. Well, let me start recording now. Well talk later. Morgan notices a familiar face hed seen on television and in art magazines. Its the Nigerian sculptor, Ajani. Ajani appears to be much taller on television. Hes dancing with the famous Afro-Caribbean British model, Kiki. Morgan couldnt stopped looking at her. Kikis ebony skin glows underneath the lighting. To Morgan, she exemplifies a pure vision of beauty. He glances at Jordin, and she inserts a pill in her mouth, leans down and French kisses a woman near the coffee table. Repeating the same action, she kisses a man. Then, she kisses Lillian. Acknowledging Morgan and dressing into her top, she comes off the table and approaches him. As she moved near, Jordin manually inserts pills in everyones mouth. Lillian continues to dance, but her eyes are closed. Morgan Blake, look at this delicious man before me. Damn baby, its been a long time. Greeting her with a hug, Jordin looks better from a distance, but her curves remain intact. Shes clearly high on Ecstasy. As Jordin talked, she continues to dance but closer. How are you Jordin? I see New York has been good to you. Im living and loving. My lifes stress free. Mmmmmmm! Look at Lillian. That girl can dance. I love her. Isnt she fantastic? Yes, I see her. Lillians the best. I guess all the dance lessons paid off. She studied Classical Ballet for fifteen years. Laughing, Really? She never told me that. Morgan youre so sexy. Jordin plays with Morgans hair. I always liked you. Remember all the good times we shared together? Thank you Jordin. Ive always liked you too. Of course I remember the good times. Youre a nasty, dirty girl. Mmmmmm! Youre awesome. This partys fantastic, and everyone looks so good. Every day should be like this. Stretching her arms in the air, I feel so wonderful tonight. Jordin giggles and hugs him again. Do you want some Ex? Theyve Percocet, Coke, Valium, Crystal Meth and Alcohol too. No thank you. Im good. Dancing closer, Lillian mentioned she had an awesome time in Bathsheba. I must visit you one summer. You always say that, but you never come. I would love to entertain you too. I can think of a few things I would love to do to you. Mmmmmmm! Stop tempting me. Next summer, Ill be there. What are you doing tonight? Im going home alone. Do you want to join me? Ahhhhhhh! Morgan, are you offering me something? Yes, some good Black dick. Something you can use right about now. Jordin laughs, How can a lady refuse that offer? Before you leave, find me. We can continue the party at your house, while brushing her breasts against his chest. I will. Let me join Lillian. Ill see you tonight baby. As Jordin departed, Morgan watches her hips sway from left to right. Then, Marty Rabinowitz interrupts. His father owns the largest, most prestigious accounting firm on the West Coast, Rabinowitz & Ross. Although Marty has an MBA in Finance, hes a slacker and a careered college student. Like Lillian, he enjoys the pleasure of living off their family name. The Rabinowitz owns a four bedroom, ranch style home in Southhamtpon, and they arent religious people. Martys a thin, tall man with auburn hair. Mulatto baby. Do you have a personal stylist? Youre the flyest motherfucker in here. Marty the Moron. I see youre still retarded. They laugh then hug. How are you Morgan? Im doing well. Did you get married to a nice Jewish girl yet? The Jewish women dont like me, but the Spanish chicks, thats another story. They cannot get enough. Marty, youre a fool. Where are you staying at now? I live in Las Vegas. Ill be in New York for another week. Are you enjoying the party? .