I followed her as she drove away and she went to the next town and pulled into the parking lot of a hotel that had a bar. I slipped in and hid away in...the darkest corner I could find. I shared a booth with a guy who was nursing his beer. We struck up a conversation and I mentioned “that girl” who was out dancing a lot. He told me she came here once a month and just watch what she does.I saw her dance with a guy, getting pretty personal. When the song ended they walked away together. About. Even though I had an umbrella my top was soaked, my hair falling out of my neat bun and tendrils sneaked out and hung loosely around my face and onto my chest.Wet wouldn’t have been such an issue but my top was white, and I have noticed that when I wear shear clothing the bus driver turns the air conditioner up making my nipples stick out like warheads.That particular day I had also wore my 4 inch heels that are typical hooker heels. Me being tall anyway I stood at about 6 feet with these. Those .22s are a little unpredictable. One rode the ribs on around, the other was deflected into your lung.”“So you’re a cop.”“FBI, actually.”“The FBI. Great. I’d ask what Ramon was involved in, but I’m sure I don’t want to know.”“Drugs.”“He shot me without a second thought.”“What’d he tell you he did for a living?”“He’s a manager at INSITE, they make vitamins and weightlifting supplements.”“INSITE’s a front for a one of the Central American cartels. They move their product up through the. In the night I was awakened by a feeling that someone is crying..IT was a scary thought but I still tried seeing the source of it ,only if I could find it and yes I did ..it was suparna.she was crying and as I entered her room and enquired what was the issue,she was taken aback that I was there beside her at that hour and yet embarrassed out of the act that just happened. She had passed urine on the bed and was thoroughly upset about it..I could feel the wetness in the bed as well see her.