The comand "Do not touch"

I turn my head to follow the speaker. “Mark?”

Prior to twirling on the sofa, Mary frantically pulls up the top of my dress. The newcomer interrupts him just as he begins to speak.

"What the fuck, Rebecca?"

“Mark?” As before. I keep switching my gaze between Mary and Mark as I attempt to make sense of the circumstance. Just inside the living room door, two other men are positioned behind Mark. The two visitors seem perplexed and worried, while Mark is obviously angry.

"What are you doing, going through our crew one at a time?" I asked.

Mary and I had already been keeping...