I was told that Sanchez and Canseco were to meet me in their private hangout. When I got there, they wanted to see my shooting skills. I did just that...using my fully loaded .22 caliber, using a cardboard box as target practice. They were impressed with the six shots I was firing. I told them the story of how I once took out an entire Russian mob with two guns as part of my cover. Since they were both impressed by me, they gave me the nickname "La Bandita".While Cisco went off because he had. Wearing those tight silk dresses and dancing with white men. Had she fucked any of them? God, who could tell. He bet she had. He bet Maia had laid back in this very room, under all her Disney princesses and clean white teddy bears, and spread her legs for a hundred, a thousand rich white men. Never for a good brown man like him.Mallao took another long drag off his hash and pressed his ear to the door. Maia had been moving around earlier; he'd heard her playing imported bangra CDs and dancing. Midnight, November 14 we had 2107. Thank God for Patricia Valentino. She had their names alphabetized by noon on the 15th. I was sitting at my desk with 2 markers, one blue, and one red. Blue meant possible, read meant no. My assistant sat next to me and separated the resumes into 2 piles according to my marks. At 3 o’clock, my secretary buzzed me. ‘Doctor Luck, there’s a man here who demands to see you. He is very insistent, and will not give his name.’ ‘Did my wife send him with a gun?’ . I was in bar in Brighton and got chatting to this guy, I had seen him around a few of the cruising spots, but had never had sex or even a cat with him. We started to chat over a few beers about the things we liked about cruising. His thing was to either hang around bus shelters late at night or hitchhike. He worked at a popular holiday park on the south coast and would often get back home late at night after the buses had finished. He preferred to walk as that gave him a chance to find some.