He would perhaps have described his own work as buying and selling this and that. Mostly he sold what he called entertainment related products; drugs,...protection, influence, and so forth. Among other things he occasionally sold unwanted female employees.The head of the department of the company for which he worked, suggested that Ernesto should settle down a little and acquire a wife; as luck would have it the boss had just the right girl for him, one of his own daughters, Rubina, and this. She dressed in a sky blue silk-spandex dress with matching high heels and purse.Victoria then took the lift down to the lobby to the restaurant for dinner. She thought that keeping up her strength would do her good even though she wasn't that hungry. She ordered a chef's salad with some wine. As she ate, she felt several pairs of male eyes upon her. She had not made love to anyone since Josh disappeared.Returning to her room, she undressed and slipped on a silk mid thigh white night shirt and. I put in a call to EZ's small engine man. "Sylvia what is now?" he asked."The riding mower I use to tow the plane from the hanger won't start. I need you to stop by and work on it for me." I said. He caught the frustration in my voice."Is that all," he said laughing."My fucking truck is on the verge of seizing as well. This is just one screwed up day." I said."Well the mower probably isn't as bad as your truck. Go home call your friend EZ to tow it to a repair shop. I wish I could say take to. The chest round might have done something, but the rat still wasn’t slowing down, or not enough. As the rat had turned its head, due to the bullet impacting on the snout, I aimed at the centre of the ear, down low, and fired. I hoped that that would give me a brain shot, which it did.The rat fell over, not moving. Barbara came out of hiding, and we carried on to the toy box.I found the vehicle I was looking for. There were logos and stickers on the sides, and I saw something that showed.