It was truly a message from the other side."Hello, Miss Sandra. I am so scared. I am sending you these photo texts from my cell phone. They are the gu...s that I am sure will kill me. I want you to tell my Sister, Maria Rodriguez, I tried to get her out of the place they got her locked up. It is their main place where they cut the product. All the girls have to work naked there. Not even a thong to cover their "you know what". The drug cutting house is at the corner of 15th and Jefferson. I don't. I had put on a pair of loose-fitting basketball shorts and a t-shirt and didn't bother with underwear either. Both of us were showing off for the other and it was working. We flirted with and excited each other while we cleaned up the dinner mess then settled in front of the TV. “What do you want to watch?” I asked her.“Do you know where dad keeps his DVDs?” We both knew my parents had some X-rate videos. “No, but they shouldn't be too hard to find, let’s try their room.”In less than a. "Just try and be cool about it, okay?"I nodded, then waited patiently for him to continue."Do you think... I mean, is there any way I could... use what Mr. Underwood has already done to them to get them to do what I want them to do?" I can't say without examining one of the girls first, but I doubt it." Oh," he said, trying to hide his disappointment, but then he brightened up and looked up at me with a new look of hope and asked, "But you could, right?" I'm not going to supply you with a. And after stopping at three dirty little buildings where the main source of income was the selling of women flesh, he was still muttering, "Calma, senor! Calma, por favor! I find pretty quick."Alex settled back in the cab and let him try. That was all he could do.The next building was a squat, dirty green two-story with grimy windows and a smell half-way between second-hand semen and a spilled bottle of cheap perfume, the sort someone might use to disguise a cesspool.Two or three Mexican women.