The rest of them are set up in good hiding place to shoot from.It is easy to get bored with waiting. It is easy to let our attention wander when we sh...uld be focused on the needs of now. It is still some time before we will get any response, I figure I should spend sometime with Rich, who managed to talk his way onto this little "raid". I want to find out what he know about the satellite stations that I saw."Rich," I come up behind him as he is sitting with his sons. Billy gives me a grimace. They crowded around Vasquez and his arms went wide to embrace them all."This is Rosita, Corrina and Conchita," smiled Vasquez."And you Senorita?" asked Rosita."I am Miranda, his woman!" Miranda said triumphantly. " But who are these women?" she asked, turning to Vasquez."Oh, we are his women too," said Corrina, smiling."But, I am his woman now," said Miranda."Si, you and Rosita and Corrina and I," smiled Conchita."You don't understand," insisted Miranda, "I am his ONLY woman now!" No, Miranda,. Heyy, Caesii, do you still have some of my basketball shorts and pajamas here?’ Shaun asked her. ‘Hmm…yes, I believe I do. I am pretty sure that none of the shirts are clean and dry though…’ he gave her a questioning look here, ‘Sorry, baby. You know I sleep in your shirts sometimes!’ She giggled. Holy Mary, Mother of Jesus! She is so sexy and beautiful, and…and…perfect when she laughs like that!!, went through Shaun’s mind. ‘So, I’ll just bring them in and hold them through the door, or. " The door opened and Cricket Vaughan walked into Mr. Santangelo’s office. Walked? Think swayed. Sashayed. Glided even. Heels clicking, tapping on the parquet until she reached the Persian carpet that underlaid the big desk. She stood waiting, staring into his face, hip cocked, awaiting an invite to be seated. He let her wait. She wore business attire, a black suit, black silk blazer over a crisp white button down shirt and a short black skirt. He noticed she had left the top three buttons.