The flight to Bahia Keno was uneventful. Cathy and Edna slept most of the way.It was a new person that drove the car out to meet them and take the lug...age to the house.She introduced herself as Rena Sanchez. Her brother was Mario Sanchez Robert's Ranch foreman.She spoke perfect English.She said that she had recently graduated from the University Of Mexico in the school of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry.She had been six months hunting for a job. No one seemed to want to hire her since she was. He had planned on asking her out and couldn't remember if she had a ring on or not.12:30 pm rolled around and John headed over to the classroom to make sure everything was setup and to wait for here. 12:45 pm, Lori showed up and said "Hi".Lori was wearing a low cut blouse that barely covered her massive cleavage and a pair of dress slacks that showed off her super ass, in addition to wearing low heels. John was stunned and quickly regained himself and said "Hi, take a seat and we'll finish up. I had moved silently, my heart in my throat every step of the way. Looking down, I saw that the foyer had two men – both of them nasty customers, wearing flat caps and rough jackets. One of them cradled a clunky, humming Tesla gun, the bulbous tip crackling with thin fibers of electricity. The other one simply had a club, which he twirled casually. They were both barring the door, while the shadows from the living room showed Torg, my father, and Mr. Sinclair – he was the tall, lean one. And he. Over drinks the parents were talking to the couple and it looked like very serious business. The girl was taking notes and his mother gave her some photographs of him. Then they were looking at a photo album. What was this about? He could only look but not hear the conversation. His father pointed in the album and the girl laughed nodding her head yes and shook her long black hair. She looked like Venus or one of the Greek goddesses wearing a peach satin dress, very modest, with white.