Our goal was, pretty sure, noble. But what a depressing arena. A vast Texas desert, dusty roads, endless cotton fields. And a tent city to accommodate...‘unaccompanied minors’.Actually, Tornillo was just a temporary stop; we’d circle back to El Paso. I’d called the office of a United States Congressman from Texas who’d been turned away, not allowed to go inside the tents to see the children. An elected United States Representative.One of his assistants told me, slow Texas drawl, “Check it out.. They exchanged some puzzled looks but agreed, and left the room.You could have cut the tension with a knife as Granny just sat there, looking very pleased with herself, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.I decided that I would have to take the bull by the horns.“Granny,” I said, “I suppose you know something about what Isobet did?”She just gave a knowing smile and nodded.“Granny, we can’t allow this sort of thing. It could be dangerous, who knows what the repercussions might be.”“It is. The light from the shop windows cast shadows making her look ethereally predatory, one moment bathed in a halo of light, the next a darker shadow amongst many.He was caught between desire and terror, fight or flight but he knew he had to go to her, to look into her eyes, see her smile and make himself an offering to her blazing beauty. He felt like a clumsy human enchanted by a vampire, drawn to her by the desire to bare his throat to her so that he could feel the exquisite pain of her mouth. ”Elle kicked of her shoes, and bounced up the stairs. Jean watched her two boys eating happily for a moment and followed Elle upstairs.Jean heard the shower start, and finished drying herself. Elle had left the door to the ensuite half open, and Jean found herself staring at glimpses of the teenager through the frosted shower door. Jean tore herself away from the erotic show, crossing the room to select underwear. The shower stopped; Jean crossed the room and froze. Elle was standing outside.