Apart from a few loose ends to tie up, my time was my own. I was about to e-mail Lena back, not really knowing what I was going to say when there was ... knock on my door. I said, "come in". The door opened and in came Pamela. She looked embarrassed as she closed the door and quickly came and sat by my desk. Pamela Hughes was one of the few women I worked with, with whom I didn't feel some sort of attraction. She was very short, only about five feet tall in her mid thirties, and incredibly. He took his own life soon after." She stopped talking, and let me hold her for a bit.She looked at the glass but didn't take a drink as she continued."Our aunts have done a good job of raising us. We have done well enough, although we have always been tight on money. I'm jumping ahead, but things took a bad turn about a year ago. I quit an average job to join a group of investors starting a new business. We pooled our savings and we really had a good thing set to go. Then the guy holding the. The hangar was doubly locked and I had Dad install a hasp for padlocks that only we girls had keys to.We had breakfast in the airport restaurant watching the ZNN News about a new cartel war near the border and the new travel restrictions.The Mexicali’s were reporting that twenty-four bodies had been recovered at the site so far and expected more as the rubble cooled.Mexican drug lord Diego Juan Fernando and his two sons were unaccounted for. The cartel power struggle in the area was in full. I remember one time walking in on Henri with a poolboy, who must have been nineteen or so, and simply sucking the young man’s dick while he sucked my husband’s. That was delicious, as was taking his fine Cambodian cock inside my cunt while Henri buggered him to the tune of George Michael’s ‘Freedom 90’ ... very fitting, if you ask me. It’s a pity in a way that I wasn’t fertile, because I would have loved popping out an Asian son or daughter.“Whatever the case, and speaking of sex, breeding, and.