We found ourselves sitting in the bar in the secure area of the Cancun airport. She was having her favorite straight up Margarita and I was having a b...er. She looked at me and maybe I saw her blue eyes misting just a tad, but she quickly looked away.They called our 1:30 flight to Atlanta and we picked up our cabin baggage and went to the departure lounge. She hadn't said a word since the Margarita, which was unusual for her. We sat next to each other in our assigned seats and I reached for her. Most of thetime it was best to remain out of sight when his father came home.The front door banged against the wall as it was roughly opened. Thesix-foot three man with shaggy red hair and handle bar mustachestormed into the house. "Hi honey," Curtis shouted out mockingly. "I'mhome." About time you got here, Curtis," Sheila shouted back, barely liftingher head as she slumped on the couch.The rugged man pulled his salt-stained T-shirt off and used it to wipethe sweat from his forehead with one. Dinner was accompanied by a bottle of wine. The three ladies were beginning to loosen up. A couple of dance clubs helped them to burn off the alcohol. There were men who made passes at them. A hand on a hip slipping down to cup an ass cheek. A kiss on the cheek that tried to move to the lady's lips.By the third bar, they were tired of the fondling of strange men who were looking for a fuck, but they were excited and discussed in equal measure.The strip club was different the men knew their. It was a natural reaction, near death experiences made people horny, and you couldn't come closer than what she'd been through. Didn't he realize that she'd heard his entire conversation? If she satisfied his desires, he'd pass her around like a party favor. "How about you let me out of this, and I'll watch your back while you get whatever is they want."His eyes darted to the window, then hardened. He'd realized she knew he was afraid. "I like you just the way you are, I just don't like the.