“As soon as we can meet with your architect, we’ll get the plans for the bank in Las Cruces started. The sooner we can get it built, the sooner we...can move up here and open it.”I gave a small sigh of satisfaction. “Thank you. As far as the architect is concerned, I sent a letter to both Jorge and Juan Ortega, inviting them, along with their families, to visit us this weekend to discuss new business opportunities. I should know in a couple of days if they’re able to come or not.”“Rachael and I. ” I insisted.She liked humiliating me. I looked at her though carefully so not as to make eye contact. “Oh you are!” she clapped her hands delightedly.I had had enough of her. I resolved to resign forthwith.“No Madam, after my home visit I go to the brothel in Horton which his lordship frequented,” I lied. “Therein I engage his lordship’s favourite whore. I have her dress all in black as his lordship did. Then I beat her with a horse whip like his lordship did shouting, ‘Take that Margaret you. "Mark you genius" he thought. Sara never cared much for sports and would probably go find something else to do if he turned the game on. That settles it I'm spending my day in front of the tv and not lusting after Sara.He sat in the living room sipping coffee when she walked in. It took every last bit of mental strength he had not to gawk at her. She stood in front of him in a pair of tight cutoff jean shorts, a tiny little tank top that clung tightly to her breasts and had her hair done back. He said he'd make me feel good. He called me — how stupid am I? — he called me his 'African Queen' and I believed him. It made me sick. I couldn't even face him after I found out. Even thinking about him made my stomach turn. He said every lame thing a guy can say and I hung on his every smooth well-rehearsed word of it. It made me want to puke.Then I realized I was going to puke.I had time to stand up. Then half the contents of my stomach spewed out. Not the right half — the half with it,.