In the lower depths of the station, nobody would hear the tourist’s cries, muzzle or not. ?You will have plenty of time for confessions.?The guards ...tood nearby, leaning against the wall with folded arms. They watched the pretty blonde tourist quiver under the glow of the bulb, its dirty white light struggling to illuminate the far reaches of the chamber.Three hours earlier, according to the report Ramirez held in his hand, the woman had been relaxing poolside when she’d ordered a vodka tonic. “Thanks for the defence of my virtue. So what have you planned?” Your hand crept across the table to take mine, but I snatched it away, leaving it to rest on my side of the table. “Ahh, planning – this is as far as I got. I thought a quiet drink and see what happened next,” I answered. The waiter appeared with my wine, and he had thoughtfully brought your beer over as well. I kept my head down as I signed the bill, only daring to lift it again when I had the chilled glass of white wine in my. ’ And stay I did. Three hours later it seemed we had talked about everything from school to ex’s to sex to family. I felt I knew this girl better than my ex. Something just clicked. I wish I could tell you we fucked on the floor, made wild passionate love all over the bedroom and bathroom, but we talked, and once in a while my toes touched her foot. Every time though it might as well have been an orgasm. The electricity I felt by having that minimal contact with her body was palpable. I doubted. “No thanks, dear.” The answer was short and curt, and her body sent out a different message.“Keri, is something wrong?”“I have been thinking about the other night. I love you and I am always afraid of losing you. It felt like last night when I was teasing you about getting married, that it might seem like I am pressuring you into marriage. I love you. I want to wake up every morning in your arms or with you in mine. If I never have sex again it would be ok as long as I can live with you. Please.