The woman screaming in pleasure, begging for more. Sometimes taking more than one man, sometimes I would pretend that it was me with those men.Come Ju...e it was ready for my exams, mum and dad were going away to promote the farm and it left just my brother and me at the house. I rarely saw him, he stayed at his girlfriends house as he knew that mum and dad would never allowed him.It left just Mac and Bailey in the house, my two german shepherds, i felt safe with them around.The first night. “Have something to eat mum.”“Don’t worry about me son. I had breakfast with your father before he left for work.”Quickly finishing my food, then helping mum clean up the table before we left.We entered St. Mary’s church, both of us lighted a candle, made the sign of a cross then kissed the icons. Mum went and sat down on one of the stalls then put her head down to pray.That is when I felt a hand on my shoulder. The voice was familiar. “Your mother would come every day when you was gone, she. They prey on the illegal immigrants who only want to have a better life by coming to America. These Coyotes are the worst of the worst. In America, a lot of people are always complaining about their problems. As if they’ve got it so frigging bad. If you want to know what hardship is, you’ve got to take a look around other countries sometimes. Life is really tough in Mexico. Hard-working men become slaves of the system in order to feed their families. Women are exploited by the Powers That Be.. It was an ordinary sedan, four doors and silver in color. As I approached closer I could see there was a single man in the car. He appeared to be around my age, cleanly shaven and neatly, if casually dressed. He seemed a bit nervous, glancing at me then appearing to stare out the front windshield of his car. As I drew closer, I noticed the top of his arm and shoulder appeared to be moving slightly. I thought to myself, that's a bit strange. I wondered at first if he was scratching.