Bobbie and I grinned and pulled Katie over to us and gave her a big hug. We continued until I stood up and dumped both girls shrieking into the pool. ...I laughed and left the teenagers to their fun and went to my rooms.I had showered to clean off the pool chemicals and got dressed when a knock came on the door. It was Bobbie and she wanted to talk. "Are you ready to help Katie?" I pretended I didn't know what she was talking about. "What do you mean?" "You know; get over her fear of sex.". My job was to humiliate the family by leaving her a eastward child. The father owned a vineyard as a cover up for his drug business. Tomorrow he was holding a party which was my chance to get in.I arrived in Cuba were an airport worker gave me another envelope. I went to the airport cafe and opened it. Inside was a picture of the target. She was a Latino teen. She had black hair and brown eyes. Her skin was that nice coppery tan that Latinas have. Her tits were big but not gigantic. Her husband. She looked and felt hot and sexy! Dancing with her in that satin top takes on an entirely different aura of sexuality. I could hardly wait to see the reaction of the guy in the red shirt from last night. I wore my matching brown shirt and gold tie, blue jeans and cowboy boots. I meant to mention a little about the square dance hall at Wallowa Lake. It's over a century old wooden building still in the original condition except for the semi-modern wiring and plumbing. The old floor's a bit wavy,. She hesitated, and then stumbled forward toward the dugouts entrance.As she rounded the corner, she had begun to quickly refresh all the nagging questions in her head that she wanted to pour over Greg, yet once she was just inside the threshold of the building, she was grabbed by several sets of hands. These hands quickly pressed her up against the inside wall, a strip of duct tape was smushed over her mouth and a black bag was thrown over her head. It had all happened so suddenly and with the.