With just her lacy panties and bra left Daphne pranced toward the chair where Fred waited, stopping just outside of the blond boy's reach and jiggling...her hips and breasts suggestively."Don't tease me, Daph," Fred begged, reaching for the red head as she swayed just out of his reach."Well, if you're ready for the next act," Daphne giggled, she reached back to unfasten her bra and held the fabric clear while her taut breasts bounced free of their prison. Daphne tossed her bra on top of the table. She looked around the room."My handbag's gone. My purse was in it. She's probably gone straight tothe bank to use my cards."The inspector shouted instructions and the room was cleared quickly. "Youmust cancel your cards now, though I suspect you'll find it's already toolate." He looked round the room distractedly, thinking of a girl in ablack corset jumping from the balcony in the darkness. "She seems to havebeen prepared for all eventualities," he said at last, "and probably hadher means of. "Do you honestly think that I had any feelings of guilt over the pastfew minutes?" she laughed again. "If you do you're very wrong, it waswonderful." Are you sure?" I'm certain my love, I can't contemplate losing you."Both contented, they drifted off to sleep.The following few days went by in a blur of sex and Debbie examining hisoutlook on life. He embraced his new clothes and enjoyed a couple ofshopping trips to increase the stock and selections already in thewardrobe. The most important step. The salsa erotica and narco-corridas that were popular in Culiacan offended and nauseated her, every bit as much as the rap music that assaulted her ears in Salinas.What Ruthie really hated, more than anything else, was the gang culture that had permeated both Culiacan and Salinas. She resented having to be afraid of being beat up in her school, of always having to seek the protection of her older cousin when walking in the hallways. She hated the graffiti, the bandanas, the tattoos, the drugs,.