’ Nodding at the plastic cups both women insisted on while watching the games in the viewing boxes, Samantha raised her eyebrows and scoffed playful...y. ‘Seriously?’ Camille raised her cup and nodded, ‘Please. Of course, seriously!’ Samantha grabbed her cup and raised it to tap Camille’s. ‘To tailgating—with class.’ Over the past few months, the two women had formed a tight friendship with each other and had even formed their own superstitions. They sat together during home games and talked. ‘Kiss Trish, Hawk.’ Almost like I was in a dream, I turned my head and my lips met Trish’s. Her eyes were bright with excitement and her breath tickled my nose. Her lips were soft and inexperienced. A wave of lust rolled across me. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as we kissed for the first time. She smelled of strawberries and innocence. And desire. I felt Gretchen kissing down my neck and unbuttoning my blouse, but it was almost like it was happening to another person. Before I was really. She turned around to face me. She was smiling all of a sudden. "I'm not angry!" She said. "If I'm anything, I'm ratherexcited! Now that I know my husband wants his wife to go out and fuck other men, what's to be angry about?" It's just porn," I said, trying to ameliorate the situation." 'Just' porn?" She said with a faint smile. "It's MORE than 'just porn.' It's a peek into who you really are as a man. That's what it is."She had a point. Why did I find such thoughts, of my own wife fucking. “Drug lords, cartels. I fought for the Mexican and Colombian governments, never for the DEA. I don’t approve of the domestic ‘war on drugs,’ you see. I’ve seen how many American as well as foreign lives have been destroyed by it. That was part of any deal with those two governments. No collaboration, direct that is, of any kind with the DEA or anything of the sort. I worked with those governments, because I knew that their motives were just to protect ordinary citizens, not to keep the prison.