Enrique Quinto last words to his men before zipping up his pants andleaving the house were; "Leave no one alive."That was the cue for Diego's last rem...ining loved ones to be put downwith bullets in their head just like his father. Bloods and brainmatters splattered all over the room. The shell-shocked boy stayed theremotionless like a statue for the rest of the evening until the arrivalof the police. He neither cried nor screamed when the law enforcersfound him. Diego couldn't feel anything. Magically, a gin and tonic appeared on her table.When she asked the waiter if he was reading her mind, the staunchly blank-faced young man replied,"It came from that gentleman over there, Madame."Fiona peered in the direction of the waiter's finger and saw her massage specialist from the beach visit. He waved at her and she beckoned him with her hand wondering what his game was."Hello, pretty woman, I hope you are all loose of your tenseness and your tight muscles."She looked at him and saw he. .. No, that absolutely was NOT ok. I once knew a white woman who did that and it ruined her life. She had a black lover and the word got out when she was seen leaving a hotel with him and that was it. She lost her friends, her family turned her out, she lost her job, she became non grata everywhere. Eventually she just moved to England where, I was told, she almost immediately took up with a black guy THERE. And got pregnant. She just loved them and she reached a point where she just. Das blonde Ding war gerade mal einen Meter 60 groß, wog höchstens 50 Kilo. Ihr Hintern war unglaublich klein und knackig, ihre Titten viel zu groß für ihren zierlichen Oberkörper. Das sind 70 C oder D, dachte Tonia. Ihre eigenen Brüste waren viel kleiner, aber sie war auch ein ganz anderer Typ. Groß, schlank, fast schon mager, schwarze kurze Haare. Tonia schaute die junge Schönheit eine Weile an, bevor sie weiterredete. „Weißt du, ich brauche einfach mal wieder Sex. Harten, dreckigen Sex. Also.