"Well, breakfast buddy, I have been yakking away for the past half hour, now it's your turn," she said.I said, "Look here young lady, you come in here... set your ass down at my table, took over as if I invited you to join me, then ordered breakfast and start talking about all kinds of things that make me think you have already read the morning papers or at least watched the morning news reports on television. You finish your breakfast and then make a request that, 'now it's my turn to talk'.. “LSU and Auburn,” I replied. “American football.”“I like American football,” Maribel shot back. Her revelation came as a surprise to me since, I did not know American football was popular in Mexico.“Si, Senor,” Maribel replied to my declaration.“Danny,” I said, correcting her.LSU scored a touchdown about that moment and Maribel clenched her fists and yelled, “Go Tigres!”“Tigres?” I repeated. “It’s Tigers.”“We call them ‘Tigres’ in Mexcio,” Maribel shot back.Maribel slipped up next to where I. Their feet were pointing almost directly at her, not more than fifteen feet away across the room. She could not see who the man was except that he was naked and wearing only a dirty pair of socks with holes in the heels. He was darker than most.Monique had her ankles locked tightly together and he was trying to get his feet between hers, but she fought bravely. The man's head suddenly bobbed down and a squeal came from Monique's throat, her legs involuntarily splaying out in the air. Jean could. She got up, and set the phone back on the hook. Still blinking sleep out of her eyes, she opened the door and walked out into the hallway. Thankfully, her room-mate hadn’t been woken up by the strange phone call. They got along well, but she didn’t want Brian getting an eyeful of her wearing nothing but a pair of panties. He might get the wrong idea. She walked into the living room of the apartment, still trying to puzzle out the meaning of the strange call. ‘Répondez s’il-vous-plaît.’ That was.