“That’s what I mean,” she said. “That is indeed what I mean.”“Good, very good,” he said, as he rolled off of her gasping for breath.Sett...ling in, if that’s what I was, was turning out to be super boring. I ate, I slept, and spent some time on my little nothing six by eight semi-patio reading, and that was it. My whole life boiled down to food, sleep and pulp fiction.I did have my $2K monthly to get by on. It was enough. It wasn’t like I needed a lot more; I didn’t have no woman. There weren’t. I waived them on."Look at what you've caused," her arms were very animated, flailing wildly in all directions as if she was unable to control them. I looked at the tiny car. The hood was crumpled, the radiator was leaking fluid and the right front tire was already flat. It wasn't pretty.Having done as she requested, I turned back to her, trying to conceal the comical sight I had just witnessed. Just then I heard a piece of metal hit the road, making me strain to maintain my composure."Well,. Now I knew I had to take it the full distance. So I stopped and got up.R: what happen?Me: nothing just making myself comfortable.Saying this I removed my t shirt.Then removed my shorts n she was looking at me but not saying anything.Me: don’t you also want to becomfortable.R: what do you mean?Me: I mean please remove your trax also so that we can be more comfortableShe didn’t say anything to this.Just got up and started removing her trax. There it was her panties. I wasseeing the sex icon of. "Maria," Patricia started out, "like I told you dear these people are my friends as well as my employers. I know they will do whatever they are able to help us. Why don't you first tell them what happened to you in Mexico, so they can understand why you are so frightened to ever go back there."Maria looked around the table nervously, smiled weakly and told us her story. Her voice was soft and pleasant with a Spanish accent and even a tiny twinge of Irish mixed in."When I was sixteen I lived.