It’s drugs. Her hand goes to my chest. Why would two straight guys be at a couples’ resort in Mexico?Maybe they aren’t straight.She rolls her ey...s. They’re straight. The little one was checking out my chest.I lift the covers and survey.It’s a good chest, I say, then smile at her before leaning down and kissing from her shoulder to her right tit.Yeah, it makes no sense they’re here. But they’re dealing drugs somehow.I take my lips off her nipple. Who cares? We don’t do them. Never have.She looks. While they were working, Kathy pointed out the terrible scars both girls carried on their bodies and explained in greater detail what had happened on that terrible day and in the days following, as they escaped through the jungle.Kathy finished by saying, "Hank, the one bright spot is that all of those butchers are dead. Ken turned out to be a tidy housekeeper. His men checked and all of the enemy were dead. The ones that weren't killed in the initial assault were later hung."Then she told the. It wasn’t a strict category. You could attain membership just by looking or dressing a little strange. At the bottom were the losers and freaks. Anyone below the favored caste could attain temporary status if they had something to offer, even the losers. Perhaps one of them had a location for a party. He would be invited to the party, maybe at his house, and be treated well until the party was over. Then he reverted to loser. Character, loyalty, intelligence and empathy were factors which. The small lamp on the table in front of the window was on and when he opened his eyes, he could see her sleeping peacefully; her head on his chest; her curls covered her left cheek. Hating to disturb her, but needing to go to the bathroom, he gently shifted his body out from under her. She turned over on her left side and hugged the pillow that had been against her back.While in the bathroom, he decided he was too stiff to lie back down. Going to the kitchen he made a pot of coffee and toasted.