I opened the door to the room and saw her in the far corner. She was on her hands and knees, her lush black hair tangled over her face and shoulders. Then I saw him, standing with his legs wide apart, his hands knotted into massive fists. “Get out,” he said. “This is a private party.” I watched as the girl climbed painfully to her feet. Watched as she stood there, waiting for my decision. “Get out,” he said again. If I only had!