All drug dealers have secrets they'd rather keep to themselves and even the so called legitimate ones will go to great lengths to keep it that way. It takes quite a lot before the aunties take offence and make it personal. Murdering one of the white witches' will do it, ruining a bikini wax doesn't help either and when someone hurts your boyfriend and leaves you and your friends to die its time they said sorry, or maybe ran away and hid. Somewhere out of sight, below the radar, deep under cover. That should be enough shouldn't it?
Imprisoned without food or water and left to die, with the nearest toilet some 12,000 miles away. That's when you need friends. Friends, nice underwear and some lovely scented candles. After a week when a friend is murdered, her boyfriends brother is kidnapped and a bikini wax goes horribly wrong the last thing Ffion wants to hear are the words interfere and down under in the same sentence , or maybe not.
