She sits up in what she first of thinks is a small room. Then she realises it's a cage! In one corner there is a metal toilet with a wash hand basin o... top. The pervasive phenolic smell suggests it’s a chemical toilet. Ewww! In another corner, there stands what looks almost like a drinking fountain. The walls and ceiling are all formed of steel bars about one inch thick. The floor is wooden slats and between then, once again, there are bars. The cage door is ostentatiously padlocked. She is. “It’s Tequila gringo.” She said laughing as I handed her the bottle and she took a swig with the cigar in her mouth. “So you are a bandito on the run?” I asked looking at the 6-shooter. “Na I ain’t runnin an ya ain’t packen by the looks of things.” Lucida said handing the bottle back to me, she took the cigar from her lips and stuffed it in one of my plants. I took another swig as she rested her hand on the 6-shooter. “Ya ain’t looking for a fight are ya gringo!” she said as she fingered the. .. It was so good, I loved it, but it's not right. I may have theses feelings and desires, but I know I shouldn't be acting on them. I couldn't help myself last night, but we have to make sure it never happens again."I looked down into Mom's cleavage, then at her shapely legs. "You're making it harder by being in that dress," I told her. "I want you just as much as you want me, probably more, and I don't have the problem with it that you do. We love each other, we both want each other. There's. Now I know it is you I’m like breath taken. That is just so, like, stylish.’ ‘I’m glad you like it. Come, I’ll show you the computer I’ve set up for you.’ As we worked there on and off over the next two weeks, Bretta was like this prowling, pantherous presence in the background. She moved quietly. When on the phone (which during the afternoon was quite often) she’d stalk about, listening and drawling. When working, either at her drafting table or at her computer, she was silent, and fairly.