Only a real man could hold up under the weight of two girls, like I did." "Sorry. I was just teasing. Why on earth did you want to be a cheerleader?" ..."I thought it would be a good way to meet girls. After all, the girls outnumbered the guys on the squad more than two to one." "Did you?" Did ya meet a girl while you were cheerleading?" "Well yeah. But that's another story. I thought you wanted to know about how Bart double-crossed me." "I do. You were saying something about a slave auction. Is. She shouted bye as she locked the door behind them and headed to the bar. He didn’t think he would see her again that night, but he was wrong.He met his buddies at the bar, they drank and played pool. They were all attached and so went home after the pub. He decided he would try the club; the alcohol on top of his sexy hairdresser experience had made him horny.He ordered his drink and sat at a small table next to some sofas. Everyone in the club seemed so young and he was beginning to regret. Jones I leaned forward and whispered to him."Is Congressman Bustamante married?"He turned to look at me, puzzlement written large across his face. "No, divorced. His wife was a Columbian refugee... damn, what was her name? Cruz. That was it. Josephina Cruz-Bustamante. Mean something to you?" Yeah, I think so. Our buddy up there is the father of the man who was making my sister's life a living hell. And the son had ties to the Columbian drug cartels."Jones' face went hard. "That makes things. The last thing is this, if I'm not ... around, this still needs done, because these people are my family. It's because of me that this has come down on them, and whether I'm here, or not, it has to stop."I gave Jack three specific directives. They insured that the real purpose for funding this outing would be achieved."Do Not Do This On The Cheap."Do It Right – and – Finish it."No matter what, I don't care what it costs," I told him. "I only care about what you accomplish."He got it, and I.