She was holding my pillow up with two fingers, and her other hand was resting on her hip. She held the pose until she was sure I was looking, ceremoni...usly released the pillow to the floor and slammed the door behind her. I tried to reason with her. I told her to at least give me a blanket. Anyway, I had all night to think about things as I slept in my chair, covered with my coat. I didn’t think I was all that bad. I certainly wasn’t there to live up to her expectations, but there had to be a. We talk about her job, we talk about mine. We eat, we shower, we get to bed, we fight. Two weeks after our conversation in the bedroom, I pick her up from work. It has been raining unceasingly for almost three days. Rain is good, it soothes the soul in a manner of its own. Yet, it sort of restricts you. I stay inside, don’t get out, don’t go anywhere!! At least, if it was not raining the whole time, I could have gone fishing. It would have taken me out of the confines I share with her moods.. What was worse, the cliff was a protruding one, making it almost impossible to climb, with or without ropes. It was obvious Vasquez, or someone in his organization, had done a lot of studying of the terrain prior to building the house.“Carlos, éste es Melina” (Carlos, this is Melina)“Sí Melina. ¿Qué usted ha descubierto?” (Yes Melina. What have you discovered?)“Diga Rodolpho, él está según lo descrito.” (Tell Rodolpho, it’s as described.)“Grazias. Le diré lo que usted y Tepin han hecho.. .. long, lanky and tan. Every sinew, every bone and muscle seemed sculpted for the perfectionist, and Hanson counted himself one. Sweet calves swelling just a little. Her ankles fine and delicate as her wrists. And to top it off, Billie's hands and feet had that childish grace and slimness that made him almost have to turn away when she moved them."Eatin' stuff for sho," he laughed, shoving at his swollen crotch. There were indeed parts of Billie-Ann he had yet to see, but if the rest of her.