And best of all, there was a 'for sale' sign on the building.Katie sprinted back to the dorm. She found John just as she left him: sleeping peacefully...in bed. Yanking off the covers, she jumped onto his naked prone body."John, get up! I think I found the perfect building for my Irish Pub; come on I'll show you!" she said grabbing his hands and pinning him to the bed as he struggled against his unknown assailant. Slowly he became aware of who was sitting on top of him and what she was saying to. "Very well, to official business" Pedro said. "As you know, I am the lawyer for the largest drug cartel in Mexico. I had dealings with your cousin Viktor and now your brother Sergei since he took over Viktor's family. It makes for a very profitable trade for us both but the cartel thinks we need more help here in Los Angeles and your brother suggested your security specialists as possible mules for getting our product over the border when they accompany rich Americans into Mexico. We would pay. I stepped on a brkoen branch and made a noise and a female shot up. I really starrtled her, and she stumbled out of the futon and fell on the ground. I ran over to help her up. I asked "are you alright?" She said yes" yeah, you scared me". "I'm sorry" I said She asked " is this your clubhouse" I said "yeah". "Sorry I woke you up" I said I just came in here to take a shit" she almost actually scared the shit out of me. She told me she wasn't sleeping, and I could now tell. THREE DAYS LATERI didn't go back for three days. Finally I could put it off no longer, I was beginning to worry that she might not have survived that long without anything to drink. Despite searching on the Internet I could find no news reports about a missing girl cyclist.So yesterday evening I packed the van with drinking water, some bread,plenty of rope, several 6" nails and a large broad knife. I still hadn't decided exactly what I might do with her but wanted plenty of options. It.