What should she say? Should she just leave her name and number, or a longer message, giving him details so he could figure out who she was? Alex mulle...d it over, deciding one way and then the other a few times. Finally, she decided on leaving just her name and number. If he recognized her voice or name, and called, it was all to the good. And if he didn’t, well she would fret over the next few days. Alex grabbed her cell and dialed the number. Then spent time looking at the damn call button,. I knew the rules, it was forbidden for me to speak unless Devonte spoke to me. I waited for the next burning slap to my rear.With my buns on fire, a chill coursed through my body as his fingers touched the tops of my shoulders. The thin straps of my bra were lowered over my shoulders and down to my elbows. I noticed goosebumps distributed across my breasts and stomach.“Your wife is hot. Look at those nipples poking her bra.” Devonte seemed to enjoy taunting my husband.I looked down at my poor. Even with Mia's assistance, he knew that their odds weren't good, but, with survivors still remaining in the building, they had to try.At the entrance, they stopped for a few seconds while Mia probed ahead with her extended senses. When she announced that the lobby was clear of ferals, they moved forward cautiously. Each of their steps produced loud crunching sounds as they ground bits of lead crystal from the fallen and broken chandeliers beneath their feet. They had only penetrated a few. Looking back, what happened in Mexico could have been predicted, and in fact had been by several astute observers.By early January, 1998, the Mexican government was in a crisis situation, although few realized it at the time. Riots broke out in Mexico City on January 10th to protest dramatically higher food prices. They were brutally put down, but at the cost of thirty two dead by the government's estimate, and about 340 dead from independent observers. The riots in Mexico City were temporarily.