They were godmothers of the other's first born child. I knew when I asked Nicole to marry me, that Marge would be an integral part of our relationship....Steve Petersen figured the deal out pretty quickly when he started dating Marge. We spent our free time together and often went on vacations together. Our kids had been best friends while growing up. They had to be, since they spent so much time with each other. Our two girls were now 23 and 21, and were both married. Marge's two daughters were. Some went north to the Brownsville entry point and through. Others went north-west to the border and stopped. There people and materials started walking north. Some to be met by more people and ATVs or four wheel drive vehicles.Drugs for sure but who were the people? They were important enough to be flown in to make it illegally across the border with cartel help or had paid a hefty price. Worse yet, were they part of the human trafficking that cartel supplied girls to the brothels scattered. They agreed they could handle crowded and noisy for a few days out of the year, perhaps they’d even get a couple extra days this year. When they finished dinner, they passed on the coffee and dessert, sticking to the letter of the coupon and saving almost forty percent before the tip. Passing by the valet as they walked to the car Henry calculated to himself that he saved a couple more dollars. Henry opened his wife’s door and then gently closed it behind her. They then drove past the Cineplex. Your eyes search my face. I pointedly look between your legs. You knickers are damp. I fancy that I can smell your excitement, but perhaps it’s mine. Then your knickers are gone too and you’re standing in front of me. So beautiful. You’re staring hard enough to make my combust. You want me. You want me. “You’ve seen me. For all I know, many times. Do you want to see me again?” You start to nod but catch yourself, “yes.” I become suddenly aware that my voice is shaking too. “I want to see you.