Her breasts were soft and full, and she cared for her legs by taking an evening run. She remembered the married woman who came to the church for couns...ling. The woman was having an affair with a young man in her nieghborhood. She knew what she must tell the woman, that it was God's plan to keep her passions for marriage. Like any good pastor's wife, she did her duty. However, Mrs. Garrison was intrigued by the girls descriptions of her passionate meetings with her lover. The graphic. "That was so obviously wrong. You didn't deserve any of it."After you left, I spent a lot of days in isolation. I just spent time getting used to being home again and taking care of business, but I kept thinking about you. I could have been the typical guy, been a prick and forget about you and shit, but I couldn't."He stopped and put his beer down."What I did has no excuse really. But if you want to go ahead and hit me, I'd totally fucking understand."She looked at him now. "What? Hit you?. ’ And she laughed at THAT. He looked into her eyes, and they both seemed to realize at the same moment that there was no anger between them, no animosity. They had just reached a parting point in their lives, that was all. She smiled at him warmly, he smiled back, and he left. All the way back to the motel, he thought about how strange fate could be. He had met Kim and caught his wife cheating, and instead of being worried or afraid or angry he was happy about starting a new chapter in his. No guns, he'd said, until they got employment, and maybe not even then, if they got places high enough in a cartel. Ruben didn't want to think about that, but there was no denying that Joachin didn't feel comfortable in Bogotá without one. I hate the things, and I'd feel better with one. The bigger, the better.The busses wouldn't run to Ciudad Kennedy after 10 PM, though they might convince a taxi to take them back and drop them off a few streets north of the house on Avenida de las Américas..