Half the sandwich was gone by the time I finally loaded windows and access my inbox. I remember that I’d just picked up the second part of the sandw...ch when my eyes fell on the email I’d been dreading. The sandwich slipped from my fingers as my brain raced as I read the email title over and over again somehow praying that I’d read it wrong. That it couldn’t be true. ‘I know your secret CUM DUMP!’ My heart raced as I opened the email. ‘Bryan showed me your video and gave me your email address.. The tag hadn't moved in over three hours, which meant it had settled into a safe place, it's nest probably. His mood was strange however. Although he had hunted more than ten times in foreign cultures, everything felt different this time. He wasn't after a Child but its mother. He also wasn't a lone operative. He had Katie with him and a second line of defense behind them.His heart told him to tuck Katie away in a safe hideout, but his instincts demanded her presence. He hadn't forgotten his. His t-shirt of the day was a face of "Che Guevara," wearing his sandals, his starched khakis embraced his skin, bronze skin, beautiful with a slight bulge being enveloped in the groin area."Forgive me, I was walking in these shoes to get here as soon as possible, Mr. Diaz."While attempting to explain why I was merely five minutes late, he slowly placed his finger on my lip. HMMMMMMMMMMM... the smell of clove cigar so faint, the wanton touch of his hands caressing my left shoulder."You know, I. They were good guys as well as competent officers. They also knew the work I did and were glad to see me when I walked into their downtown office."Hey Amigo, How's married life?", Ricky couldn't help envying my redheaded wife and her redheaded cousin from out west. He knew they weren't really cousins, but accepted the lame excuse because it kept the local bible thumpers from expecting him to be the moral police. Being Sheriff and keeping the peace was enough to keep him busy."It's great. You.