”The ambassador didn’t ask me to sit down.“Good morning, Mr. Ambassador.”“Michael, I had a call this morning from the Minister of Defense.�... He paused but he wasn’t waiting for me to say anything, I knew that. “You refused his grandson’s application for a visa last week. Why?”I remembered the case. One of the line officers had brought it to me. She was unhappy and undecided. Normally we’d just send this kind of visa right through. Kids like him had any number of ways to stay as long as they. When we finished, Ginger called our attention to the table where she had a small 2 tiered wedding cake. On the top was a small groom with a red-headed bride on each side of him. Pepper and I quickly cleaned ourselves off and joined the other at the table. Pepper and I took the knife and made the first cuts. We each took a piece of cake and looked at each other expecting the cake in our faces. I surprised her by smearing it all over her breasts. She returned the gesture by smearing it all. She wondered if he was watching. Gawsh, the sun was so bright she felt like she was on stage, performing. And that is just what she decided to do. Thoughtfully and provocatively she slowly sashayed her way towards the van, heels clicking on the highway. She turned her head to the side letting her long blonde hair fly in the breeze. A bit nervous but she was excited as well. She wanted to see his face and get to know this mysterious Good Samaritan. Coming up to the front door she made another. It’s a converted loft made into a club house. Some arcade games, old school pinball machines, a bar, couches, a couple of tables, a fridge, that kind of thing. Oh, and the scent of cannabis wafting through and yeah, Twiman and his posse. He wasn’t a bad guy. Could be a little mean, but the street does that to you. Should mention I’d had a thing for him for about a year now. School girl crush, I guess you could call it. Outside the sound of cars, the boom of the bass almost shaking the window,.