No. I mean you really like Jessie, don't you?" she asked again with a grin."She is very pretty" I replied, before my wife began giggling again.Once we...arrived home and paid the taxi, we headed inside, and there sitting quietly on the sofa watching television was Jessie, and my wife then immediately said to me "Why don't you go up and check on our little man, and i'll sort out Jessies payment" Okay" I replied, and quickly headed upstairs.After making sure our little boy was sleeping soundly, I. Our education on such things in school is very limited. They don’t teach much.”And I couldn’t imagine her grandfather or grandmother having a frank talk about sex with her. With her parents several hundred kilometers away, that would leave her to the school-girl rumor mill, which I’d heard bits and pieces of in sixth and seventh grade. It was as bad as the school-boy rumor mill when I’d been in parochial school in fourth, fifth, and sixth grades. I just needed to maneuver a safe path out of tbe. The scent still lingering in his memory, the music floating away as the fog lifted from him. His body ached as he pulled himself from the sweat soaked sheets. He flipped the bathroom light switch, light always seemed to ease the feeling slowly away. The ice cold water that he splashed on his face brought clarity to his mind. The dreams were coming more frequent more vivid. After so many years instead of fading, her image became ever stronger to him. Like a painting that you see every day, her. ”Ricardo frowned as he remembered his surprise when he examined Alfredo’s body. It was the evening after Uno’s death. Accepting Hernando’s and Jenaro’s story at face value, and the blood stains in the walkway backed them up, the precision of the shooting was phenomenal.There were three quick shots within a two centimeter radius directly on target with Alfredo’s heart. And this from a distance of fifty meters with a Bersa pistol? One shot sure, two maybe with the wildest of luck, but three.