She had several black female friends, but they were so steeped in social graces that they might have well been WASPs with a deep, deep tan. A couple o... the black football players expressed an interest in getting to know her better because of her reputation for taking it up the ass on any pretext or silly excuse that managed to keep her from looking like a complete slut.Now, it was beginning to look like she was about to get a rude awakening in the form of multiple partners using her in any way. “I don’t even want to hear something crazy like that again. We ain’t killing anyone, understand?”‘Fine,’ she huffs. ‘Then you can’t have an objection to what I did.’“Fair enough,” he says after a long moment of starring her down. “I just hope he keeps to his word.”‘I don’t think he is going to worry about that,’ she smirks.“I didn’t need your help with that,” he growls.‘I just sped it up for you,’ she grins. ‘Now you can get off thinking about your sister so much.’Trent’s face shadows over.. . sometimes going miles east or west of the Northern Highway, but always coming back to it."Bill explained, "There are other roads, but they dead-end in orange groves or mahogany plantations. The Northern is the only road that runs north and south."Lunch was disappointing, Mexico was better. There is a move afoot to oust the Empire and the people seem to approve. From the sounds of it ... so do the Brits.After the town of Orange Walk, the road became rather curvy, as if it were dodging. ] Lev considered the files fanned out before him. His fingers stopped drumming on the table. Instead, his hand ached to untie the red thread binding a folder and leap backward through the decades. But he waited. He looked across the table at Oleg, so trim in his tailored German suit with the slim gold watch circling his wrist. Lev’s glance took in the snug, smug, well-tended look that Oleg favored as soon as he could afford it. He was that rare provincial with an innate feel for urban elegance,.