We were totally crazy about each other. It made me nuts because he took these big risks – like he wanted us to get caught – or he just couldn’t...keep his hands off of me (my preferred version). I should have listened when he crooned, ‘I really like you but I can’t be friends – not with these hands of mine.’ When his energy was around me I was totally intoxicated – could not look or pull away, even with the stakes that high. Sometimes I listen to songs I know he is hearing on his way to work or. " I thought this over and decided to be totally honest, "I have been worried that if I met another guy, he would eventually hurt me as your father had. That is why I don't date."My son nodded again before continuing, "How do you know you're 'passionate' mom?"This line of questioning was more than frustrating to me - it was questions that I often feared to ask myself, echoing hurt-filled comments that my husband threw at me years back. So my response had a little less thought than I intended, "I. Then, it will be reloaded and I will leave here, early. Think about what I have said. About where you can go."I closed the door to the sleeper, giving the girl complete privacy, in better surroundings than she had likely seen up to this point anywhere in Ciudad Juarez. I reclined on the long seat of the cab, preparing to try to get some sleep myself.The sleeper door opened, and the girl saw me lying there. "If you sleep there, the men will find you in the morning," she said."So?" If they find. I have some pictures too, and I’ll send them too.” And she hung up, without waiting for my response. I stood dumbfounded for a second, and I had to smoke a cigarette before walking back in to my clients home, just to settle myself down. It was hell trying to finish the job, I kept thinking about the pictures and story I was about to receive, and it took me twice as long to finish, but I finally got it done. I hurried to clean up my work, loaded up my tools and jumped in the truck. No sooner.
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