Can't make it today. Something's come up." His voice was shaky as he tried to talk."Tim, what's up? You sound like crap. Is something wrong?" It's Ang...e?" Angie? What's wrong with Angie? Is she sick or something?" This part really hurt, "She party a little too much with the girls in Phoenix?" No! God I wish it was just that." He paused and took a deep breath. I knew what was coming and how hard it was for him to say it. "Angie's been kidnapped. She never..." Oh, yeah right. Let me guess, your. Whether or not he was concerned didn’t seem to be that apparent to her. All she felt is that he was willing and more than willing at that to “do it with her.” “September 12, 2010” it began. “Dear Diary, I’m getting naughty as naughty can get.” She smiled at the statement. “Yesterday we agreed and I sent one of my pictures along with a note to him. He finally sent me message back. It was subtly seductive, if that makes any sense at all. It does to me. I used a fictitious email address. I’m. I walked around the shop. I didn't feellike I was myself. In despair and in anger, I took the briefs off. Irushed over to the girls section and found some panties with "hellokitty" on it. They were pink. I rushed to put them on. I looked in themirror again and wondered why these panties were more comfortable. Theydid look pretty on me. Was it because pink was my favourite clothes orwas it because they were girl's panties?"Hello there, I was wondering how you could change clothes every day"I. I sit down with my scouting group to get a briefing on their day. They mention the five gringos are from the ranch. I smile when I tell my men they still have to set up camp in the field outside of town before they can settle down and relax for the evening. Grumbling, they leave to set out the tents while they complain about the horses getting to stay in the stables while they have to sleep in the open. While they do that task I sit there watching all around me and sip some beer. Señor Quinada.