They were treated as the victims they were.“Oh my god,” Alejandra kept repeating as she turned the pages. “Oh my god.” I stood with my arm aro...nd her waist as she read. We eventually ended up at a small place for what turned out to be lunch, before we loaded the car and headed back to the capital.Later José María and Jacob gave me a readout on the operation in the capital and the U.S. The authorities had not only identified the principals of the operation here as well as most of their. "First things first" she said, she put a small bowl on the table and put some Doritos in, a dish of salsa and she had a bottle of Tequila and freshly squeezed lime juice. "When you start cooking Mexican you have to feel like a Mexican if you want to do it right so one shot of Tequila is a must!" she said. Wow, after a beer and a shot of Tequila I was hooked on the stuff and I still drink it once and while especially when I cook Mexican food.She started chopping the ingredients and asked me to. I'm dumstuck. I want to be happy but suddenly realize....it might be his! He has the same thought simultaneously. "Holy shit. Welll....just tell him it was a random one time thing with some stranger. I bet he'll forgive you. I'm sure he's not exactly perfect either." He smirks as he looks to the closet. "Do you really think so?" she asks him. "I know so" he says. They begin to chat about other things and fuck once more before going to sleep.It's still dark when he goes to the closet and wakes. The terror. The humiliation of her interrogation and the degradation of the way she was kept in confinement until her release.Ackroyd helps out:"And what did they want?" They wanted to know about a man I knew, well still know actually."'Oh. Who?" There – that's his picture. He is called Anatoly Kustensky. He has sponsored a conference and some research meetings I have been to in Moscow." And how did you come to meet?" I met him when I was younger. I think he worked at their Embassy. Anyway, now.