For some reason that he couldn't explain, he had desperately wanted apple juice. The little store didn't have any in the cooler and he had been afraid...to ask. He didn't know why but he didn't want to draw any attention to himself.He stood at the bus station chewing on a meat pie from a street vendor. One of the buses was idling next to the only platform at the station. He asked the vendor where the bus was going and the man replied, "Sao Paulo." The name didn't mean anything to Jeremy but it. Thanks for the save." Don't mention it. So, why did you do it?"He smiled and shook his head. "My grandma's purse got snatched one day. It was in a crowded parking lot, people everywhere, and no one even went after the guy. They were afraid of what could happen and didn't want to get involved. I swore I'd never be like that." Where'd you learn to tackle like that?" I asked, changing the subject."What do you mean?" What do I mean? Dude! That was NFL the way you took that guy down. You ever. He went behind her and pushed her down the bed. She giggled like a slut, looking at him with her crystal blue eyes lovingly and obediently, and putting a finger on her mouth.There were so many things Jose wanted to do to her which she never let him (or any man) do to her. He decided that can wait. Since she was kind enough to let him hypnotise her he decided that he would be nice to her for the first thing tonight."I want you to go down on your knees right here on the floor and give a me a. "Ridden far?" he asked."Grief no", was her reply as she helped herself to a drink from her container. "I don't think I have done more than a few kilometres. I know I should get out more often, but riding by yourself is not much fun. Do you ride a lot?" she asked."As often as I can", he replied. "As a matter of fact the group I ride with headed the way you came about ten to fifteen minutes ago. We had just completed a fifty plus ride. I stop here for a bit of a breather before I start the ride.