” She shut her eyes. “What’s your name?” he asked again. No answer. Stooping to her shorts, he felt around the pockets for a wallet. Nothi...g. Not even a cell phone. His fingers brushed the white thong lying across the crotch of the shorts. Satin. Without thinking, he held it in his hands. Soft ribbons flowed over his palms from the bows on the sides. The musky scent of her arousal breached his nostrils. He was hard as a rock. Shit. Dropping her panties, he looked up. Directly into her. I’d had so little time with her and she was dead, trapped with me in her little Honda Civic. I felt her fingers go slack and heard her whisper that she loved me one last time and then she closed her eyes for good.“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” I bellowed and wailed in despair. “NOOOO! Wake up, Baby!” I lost all sense of time, shaking her a little as I tried to coax a response out of her. I held her, leaning across the seat to wrap my arms around her and cried. Then the emergency crews were there and. A girl like that oughta be working on her back down in Juarez, she'd make good money spreadin' those long brown legs of hers. Might have to run the bitch in just to give her a little strip search, Fiddler thought. It wouldn't be the first time he'd put an uppity beaner back in her place."More coffee, Sheriff?" Mardi Ramirez offered the pot with a forced smile. Her full name was Mardi Gras because her father had been an Anglo from New Orleans, according to Mardi's mother, but no one knew for. "Don't worry! I have a map," he chuckled, yanking the wheel over hard to avoid a fallen banana tree. It was soft and mushy anyway."Great!" I laughed, finding myself pressed against Eva as we rode together in the backseat."No seat belts!" Eva giggled as we were thrown the other way and I just grabbed the girl, determined to keep myself wedged against the door for the rest of the trip before I hurt something.They'd rented the vehicle from the resort and driven to Papeete for the day. After the.
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