For some reason, Juanita, his mother, and I hit it off. She was a poor immigrant from Guatemala, I was an older white guy, born in the USA. She was un...er 30 and I was almost 60. She was a single mother and I was a divorcee whose step kids didn't want to have anything to do with him.The one thing we had in common was that we were both lonely.She wasn't by herself like I was. I didn't have any real friends. There were a couple of brothers who lived in one of the apartments and we talked a lot,. They came in to get some. No one said much to her which was comforting. They looked like rough customers to say the least. The man she was with came in and sat to eat. She served him and sat with him. The others greeted him with a quiet respect which again comforted her. Maybe she was safe. He and she dressed for the day and set out on the bike for the better part of the day.She stayed with him for some time. Liking the way he treated her exclusively. She knew he thought of her as his. It. .. an animal." So this Katrine... ?" One evening she caught me by surprise and kissed me. No tongue, but her lips were so soft... soft and tender, completely different than the one's I'd shared with... that's funny, I can see his face, but can't recall his name."Dutch thought Helen beautiful even when at a moment like this with a frown on her face. 'It had character, ' he told himself, 'character.'"And," Helen continued, "She even kissed differently."I am going to get the entire story," he. With his free arm, he wrapped the line around his forearm and then began to climb. I was on knife-edge alert. My rescue effort would not change his prime mission. He would attack me at the first second of opportunity.I backed up as he approached the edge of the break. He caught the lip firmly with both hands, and then a second later vaulted up and attacked me in one single motion.The fight was brutal and fast, lasting only a few seconds. With the hunter pack converging on our position, I could.