Selena should have lunch ready and we can eat before we leave."Ken nodded his head and took off to perform his errand. He found the tank and saw that ...t had some fuel still in it, and there was a company name and number on the tank. He called them and was told that the diesel in the tank had been put in just six months before and should be okay. They asked if he wanted the tank refilled and he said that he would ask the owner and get back to them.When he told Marta about the tank she told him. Figures swam into sight and blasts rang through his brain as he reamed this woman. History appeared in a whirlpool jumble: John Hinkley. James Earl Ray. A Dallas motorcade. A motel balcony in Memphis. A bullet split open her husbands skull, then it struck King in the face, puncturing his jugular and breaking his neck. The friends and families and security guards had piled upon the two massacred men, but they were too late. They were always too late. The failing breaths of dying bodies struggled. She smiled at me, clearly understanding that my friends would fuck her during that evening…Tom and George came inside, as I introduced them to my sexy babe.Ana looked interested and glad about meeting the guys.I invited them a glass of red wine and then they left, taking Ana with them.I followed their car and a few minutes later, I was entering the auditorium of the porn theater where my sexy wife and my buddies had arrived before.I found the three of them near the middle of the main floor of. "Got change?" Sure." He took the bill, reached in his pocket and pulled out a greasy, rumpled bunch of bills, found a five and passed it to Steve. "Next day starts at noon, ya know," he said in a raspy growl."Right," Steve replied. The man sat back in the dinghy and put the tiny outboard in gear and scuttled back to shore. "How'd you like to have him serve you dinner?" he asked disdainfully."Yuck!" Ingrid replied quickly.Steve turned back to Ingrid. "And now my lovely lady, tell me you're.