“I want to talk to my mom. I want to know if she's okay.” I gather up a bit of courage and strength closer to him, my feet dangerously close to the edge of the pool. “You want to talk to your mother.” He repeats. “Why would I let you do that? What do I stand to gain if I let you do that Asian-doll?.” His questions throw me off guard a bit. “What?.” I ask frustratedly. “What could you possibly want from me?” “Plenty” he says plainly, peering down at me.  He was easily at least five inches taller, and that's saying a lot cause I'm five foot eight. “And what could that be?.” I am willing to do anything right now. “Spend the night with me.”