"She's trouble," Kenneth reiterated.I gasped, "She's like the grim reaper leaving corpses behind."Kenneth nodded. "Except for the last death, it would... be hard to pin her to them. The Columbian..." His throat was slashed by a razor," I commented. "It's how she..." But he's cartel, Joe," said Kenneth. "A violent association."I nodded. "Is that a common assassination technique?" Hardly," Kenneth smiled grimly. "These Columbians love their guns." Damn. And Rocky's overdose ... She could have easily. There was no point in trying to figure herself out, Sandra was aware of her sexual contradictions. She had long ago given up trying to make rhyme or reason of it.The entire file (Case Blue) was locked safely inside her briefcase. She could go straight to the meeting with the FBI without stopping at the office.Quickly, she gobbled down a small breakfast of rice krispies and skim milk. She applied a light make-up with just lipstick and some color to her cheeks. Her appointment at the Federal. . Staring ... I see you have a fiance from that ring on your finger ... He must be white. The wicked man asked, already knowing the toll it was taking on her mind. Dozens of girls already had succumbed.Her lips parted again as his hand began sliding up along her thigh. She gasped softly. And yet, she didn't move to push him away. Far from it. If anything, she parted her legs ever so slightly wider, giving him better access as he reached for her tender sex and its panties. When he began rubbing. "Her throat was burning as he worked deeper into her mouth. On the verge of passing out Tiffany was able to stick tongue out just enough to tickle the hair on his balls. Much to her relief he was true to his word and pulled out. His dick was cover in long strains of her saliva. Tiffany coughed and when she tried to speak her words came out only in a hoarse whisper. She wanted to curl up on the floor of that cell and die for letting herself get in this. Sobbing uncontrollably Tiffany was.