The taxista went up to one of them and asked if this was La Casa de Los Angeles."Si." The woman, swarthy with the high cheekbones that revealed much I...ndian blood, walked away and began to hang laundry on the next line.The taxista followed her, spewing a voluble stream of Spanish apparently designed to get her talking again. She spat on the ground and turned her back.Saying something clearly obscene, the cab driver grabbed the woman and turned her, raising his hand to strike her across the. . you’re good.” The huge locomotive barely kissed the cars as it coupled, a tribute to the skill of the engineer operating it.“Three step protection, 501.”The trainman set about connecting the various lines. Finally, he opened the two brake cocks.“Remove three step and perform brake test, 501,” the yard conductor said, as he got off the engine and stood next to the train’s conductor.“Brake test,” the engineer acknowledged as he performed it, “Brakes check.”The train’s conductor boarded the. ..They all got off me all at once and I just slowly reeled my arms and legs in, and fell on the floor.... They stood over me stroking their massive throbbing cocks. I looked up and saw how they loved the sight of me all beat up and fucked and owned like their black cock whore. I crawled over and startd to massage Ron's huge balls. I know he is ready to explode. I stood up Ron just slapped me and I fell again. FUCKER! Dre grabs my chin, forces my mouth open and with a deep sexy groan, he. ”“Sorry,” I whispered. “But there was nothing else I could do. He flat out told Gabriella he was going to ‘finish the job’ after handcuffing her, and he shot me when I tried to stop him.”Her deep brown gaze snapped up to meet mine. “He shot you?” she repeated in bewilderment. “And you’re okay?”I cringed. “After I drank some of his blood.” Honestly, I was surprised she’d even ask, considering what happened last night, but maybe the memory was hazy for her or something.“Oh, Kai. I’m so sorry,”.