Omar ordered some drinks and let Jenny get acquainted with the place and what the girls were doing. There were several very young girls sitting with c...stomers.The customers were a mixture of everything. There were young and old Mexicans in western boots and worn Stetsons. There were American tourists; young and old couples. There were plenty of men with Mexican military uniforms. Jenny was the only obvious American on the menu.The girls on stage were stripping while they danced. The girls, once. I panted from a feeling of not being able to breathe. I felt light headed and lost consciousness, again.When I opened my eyes, I felt much better. I could breathe, and while my back hurt, it was more manageable this time. I was also lying on my back, this time. I turned my head, and saw my sister looking out my window."Anything out there I should know about?" I croaked."Paul!" Mirwanna said, rushing to my bedside."How do you feel?" she asked, feeling my forehead."Like shit," I said. She. Since I am the H. R. Manager and need to handle the verbal warnings and the terminations you can imagine what I was thinking and my need for caution. Probably nothing, but even a nasty hate note would have upset me. There are over two hundred employees, and with me being the one that hired the majority of them I still thought I had a good working relationship with most of them. I have to really be a hard-nosed bitch when dealing with some of them and my imagination has always been pretty “out. Yet there are those who see desire as a physical thing only. All that they know of desire is what little tidbits their lust inflamed loins will allow their mind. A stiff dick… maybe a pair of hard nipples… a wet twat. This is desire? They know nothing. They have not wanted the precious moments spent walking through a park with a smile on their faces. All they want, not desire, is a fuck. Good… bad… it does not matter to them. All they want is a fuck. They know nothing. What about that one.