They both turn toward the sound to see a portion of the crowd launched into the air by an explosion. ‘Oh fuck,’ Valois says. ‘What the fuck am I...going to do now Léon?’ ‘We’ll make do with the situation sir and stick it to these cunt fucks just like you just promised the people,’ the man answers confidently. It seems to be enough to reassure the President. He nods his head and rises to his feet. ‘Now let’s get the fuck out of here while we still can.’ ‘What about the rest of them?’ Valois asks. The first hint of autumn in the central Texas air emboldens you to drive out into the hills, and to walk amidst the cedar breaks and the still-flamboyant blue bonnets. You desire solitude today, and such is what you found, even extending to the modest cabin that you rent for the night to the rear of a 150-acre property owned by a retired couple. You found the place through a travel section ad, and it meets your expectations perfectly. You have a glass of wine with the couple on their porch but. The woman had no idea the hell Patricia was facing. It was just another day for her.In the airport, Patricia saw two policemen walking toward them. Just as they passed, she lunged and grabbed one of them by the arm. She pointed at David and started crying, saying she had been kidnapped and they needed to arrest him. Them men looked at David. He said a few words in Thai and passed them a handful of bills. The policemen shook her loose and continued on their way.David turned and started walking. The Spaniard’s cock fell away from her pussy with a thick, wet plop, hitting his belly. He tucked it back into his boxer briefs, zipped himself back up and slipped out of the booth, walking happily away.Without so much as a glance, a second man scooted in, taking the vacant spot in the booth. He was already unzipped and out by the time he was sitting down and she lowered herself onto him. His cock, she remembered, as she rubbed her sodden pussy, had been long and thin. Several times she’d had.