I looked at my phone then lay back down in the bed, wondering what the fuck I had gotten myself into. I got up, found some jeans and a t-shirt to put ...n and got dressed. By the time I was dressed, it was 130am. I grabbed my keys and headed to the job. When I got there and parked, I sent Lydia a text saying that I was there. She replied telling me to come inside and go to the breakroom nearest my cubicle. I wearily grabbed my badge and started walking towards the building.It was a cool fall. Another extended email was from General Wainwright and the head of ICE. With martial law they had fast tracked so many for deportation that there was a shortage of planes to carry them to back to Mexico, Guatemala, Honduras and Nicaragua. Two hundred thousand had been deported to Mexico alone and it was estimated that another two hundred thousand had left on their own.It was only a drop in the bucket to the estimated twenty million thought to be in California alone.Another was a note from the. Aik bar bardhast kiya.phir us nay dosray dhakay kay sath kaha “gus ja apni maa ki choot may”.mujhy gusa aaya,may ny us ko aik dhapar mar diya ky aainda galia nhi do gi.wo cahtay hoay bhi kuch na kar saki q kay meray pass us ka raaz tha.aur ab wo meri gulam thi.may dhakay lagai aa rha tha.aur us nay yay dhapar bhi enjoy kiya aur kaha chod meray raja chod mujhy.teray jawan lulla bara mzaa day rha hy .isy ky sath may un ki choochio ko bhi dono hatho say machal rha tha.wo cheekh rhi. I showed her what sex could REALLY be. She assured me with no DOUBT that I was going to get whatever I wanted...she just needed me to "fuck her MIND FIRST". And let me tell you, mind fucking a woman with a high sex drive, who doesn't want you to give her retreaded parts of other stories you've written for her to turn her on is actually more mentally and physically exhausting than actually FUCKING her. Either way, after a little more than a year, we went our separate ways, we both had "others".