Spoken by someone who knew what her guests were likely to look like early in the morning after the previous night’s activities.I smiled.“Thank you... Sra. Martínez.”After she left I washed up and changed my shirt and set out for the plaza. It was still relatively early for things to get into their full riot mode but the musicians were spirited and the pots over the cooking fires sent their “Eat me” messages straight to my gut.Street food in this country is a crapshoot. I’d had mixed luck and I. Women were an afterthought. Like an extra patio after building a house. Such structures are usually redundant. What I’m asking men everywhere is to stand up for themselves. Women won’t do it for them. What do women think of crazy women who slaughter their sons and daughters like a certain Texan gal and fake insanity to get away with murder? Women should be outraged. Instead, they stand by the crazy women who murder innocent men along with their sons and daughters. That’s because deep down women. "Billy is ok," she said but she didn't look happy. "He pays the bills and doesn't hit me when he's get drunk." Well, that's something," I said."I'm off," said a male voice."One moment, darling," she said and she went to see him out. "He's off down the club." Oh," I said."Friday night is his Darts night," she explained. "Anyway, give us time to have a chat and thing." Can I have a shower first?" I asked."Sure, give me your things and I'll wash them," she offered.Together, we went upstairs to the. He commanded the dogs to sit on the adjoining mat. Angela and Elise lay limp exhausted in their restraints. He untied Angela, removed her blindfold, cradled her in his arms and carried her to the couch with her arms around his neck nestled on his shoulder. He sat her on the couch and kissed her. She smiled and collapsed back. He untied Elise removed her blindfold, picked her up, cradled her in his arms, she put her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder next to his neck and.