It was two hundred and fifty miles from the Texas border to the Mexico refinery at Tampico.According to Mr. Garcia there had been no problems with tap...ping on the pipelines within fifty miles of the refinery. There were so many pipelines and so much pipeline activity the tappers wouldn’t risk it. That meant that we had two hundred miles in Mexico to patrol with around one hundred miles that were hot spots on the north-south pipeline.The first air strip we needed to take control of was one half. The five of them hadn't finished sitting down before avery eager-to-please young gentleman showed up to take their order.Margaritas all around.She looked at the beach, the boardwalk, her friends, her little pink toenails at the end of her long tanned legs. She gazed up at the azure skyand sighed; this is one of those perfect moments that you always dreamof.A pair of teen boys shyly approached the girls. "Excuse me ladies, wouldyou mind if we had our picture taken with you?" Without any. Let’s move this to somewhere more private and I’ll show you how sure I am.’ When I paused to fish the room key out of my hip pocket, she ran a hand lightly over my butt, a grin on her face. I opened the door and we stepped inside. Before the door had shut completely, she was in my arms, and we were kissing, passionately. I let my hands roam over her back and butt. Hers were doing the same thing. When I cupped a Levi-covered ass cheek in each hand and pulled her tightly against me, she. I pulled her in for a cuddle asking what was wrong. Through tears and sniffles she explained that Mark had virtually disowned Finlay after he had come out, and that other than driving him to Leicester for the start of term he didn’t want to visit him. Vivienne went on to say that she couldn’t travel up there herself as there was no one to look after Jude her youngest son. I told her not to worry and that before she knew it term would be over and Finlay would be home for Christmas. She hugged.