She jammed the barrel in his ear. ‘If be gentle is code for come in with guns blazing or hurt my son, and you won’t live past noon. You understand...’ ‘Fuck you! I’m gonna call the cops.’ Her smile got bigger. ‘Do you know who my husband is? He’s retired army. Intelligence branch. His company has only one customer, the U.S. government. Threatening me and kidnapping my son will be considered terrorism. I hope you like tropical climates. You and your buddy will most likely end up in Gitmo, never to. In fact, I work for the DEA. The man that I saved you from, Alano Juan Pilarmo, is a very dangerous and crooked man. I am investigating him and trying to gain enough evidence to send him away forever. He runs a massive drug cartel that he covers up by poaching. Not very smart for both activities are illegal,’ he said with distain. Glancing at Clara’s face, so that he could to decipher if she was listening, wasn’t helpful, her face was passive, no emotion displayed. He had no clue to whether she. "Now don't get me wrong! I love sex as much as the next girl. But I don't want it to rule my life."Alice nodded. "I understand."Now, Carla, I'd like to hear you reasons."The sixty-two year old black woman shrugged her shoulders. "Isn't it obvious? I'm getting old. I don't have the energy and pep I did just a few years ago."If I have heard correctly, you goddesses may have a lifespan of about two hundred years."Alice nodded. "We believe so." And I've seen the women my age who have been. ‘Well, it has been a very interesting day and somebody is very happy to see you,’ Sheamus O’Shaunessey said, releasing the hook at the top of Rosaria’s dress and stepping back a step to watch as it slid down her body to pool at her feet, leaving her standing naked in front of him wearing only the 3′ high heels that she never seemed to be without. ‘Is that so?’ she asked with a blinding smile, lifting her arms above her head, her feet planted apart, slowly swaying her hips, her olive skin.