After a couple of poses, me with my hand on my ass, on my hips, etc, I turned back towards the window and looked out and down into the grounds of the ...hotel.Immediately I saw them. A group of three male hikers, dressed in waterproofs, staring up at our first floor window. They were only about thirty feet away from me standing there leaving nothing, and I mean nothing, to the imagination.I covered myself quickly with my arms and jumped down from the window sill with a shriek, but the buzz was. Since my whole intent since I arrived here was to avoid dying, you can see that Juanita’s plotting to off me for the sake of her sister’s honor was disconcerting. There was also something else rattling around my brain too. That something had to do with Juanita’s last name. My sainted grandmother was named Isobel Lopez McGuinn. Her mother’s maiden name had been Lopez. My great-grandmother married my great-grandfather, Calvin McGuinn, in El Paso in 1893. Hell my middle name was even Lopez back. The male waiters and the maitre’d could hardly contain themselves and when they sat on the balcony with some of the other guests, the eyes of the male guests seemed to be popping out. The resultant stares from their mostly, austere looking wives had been too much for Amanda. ‘I think we should go inside,’ she had said to Adam after just a few minutes of enduring the uncomfortable looks of disdain. She was not shy, but recognised that flashing so much of her bosom was wrong, or at least. Tom sat and motioned to a chair across from him. Don Carrone sat heavily after he looked again at Don Alverez. Tom didn't speak loudly, but it wasn't quietly either. "Don Alverez decided that he wanted to take over all of Washington. He brought in a large number of men and started making his move. One of my watchers notified my men and they called him for a meeting. After telling him that Washington was off limits, he laughed and said that he would destroy us all and take all of Washington..