.. just fucking furious, I wasn’t about to let it go. First I found out who the two arresting agents were — dizzyingly easy with my FBI database a...cess.Wallace Carmody, age 26. Frances Estaban, 24. Both from Texas — Carmody from Houston, Estaban, Del Rio. Sullivan & Sullivan Research couldn’t turn up anything hinky on them. And they dove down pretty deeply.Just because they were Texans, I didn’t assume they were racist A-holes. Okay, I did assume that. Fuckers. Snatching a little kid from a bus. Ele só me olhava com aquele olhar dominador, sensual e cheio de tesão ao mesmo tempo. E eu fui tirando o cinto, bem delicadamente, e abrindo o botão da calça, enquanto uma das mãos escorregava pelo volume da piroca dura. Só pensava no meu amante e dava toda a razão pra ele: eu tinha nascido pra aquilo. Ao descer o zíper, me deparei com uma cueca tipo boxer, que não hesitei em expor baixando suas calças, e revelando o objeto de desejo que o meu macho tinha escolhido pra mim. O tenente Marcos, já. I asked her again.Mom: Son, I am not able to put bra hooks.I understood that she never wore a bra in her life and she was struggling. I sensed an opportunity and offered help.Son: Mom, can you open the door, I can help you with the bra hooks?Mom: Nooo.. (Said in a loud voice). Can you ask the sales girl to come?Son: Mom, she is not here, she left somewhere.Even though I can see her at some distance. I lied to her. She didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. I was eager to get into the room. I guessed that I wouldn’t hear much more from Becky. ?All right then. If you can lie down. It will be more comfortable. That’s it. Now hands behind you.? ?There were sounds from the bed. I peered through the crack between the wardrobe doors. Ray had his back to me. He was kneeling over the girl, busy with some lengths of rope and some gaffer tape. He was very methodical, knowing exactly what he was doing, working from place to place, quickly but without rushing. Wrists, elbows, ankles, knees.