I heard another set as well; it was most likely Cindy. She was supposed to be over that morning and was going to be spending the weekend like she usua...ly did in the summer. It was my tenth birthday that day, and I had been looking forward to having my party later that afternoon. Mom had let me invite all of my friends, and we were going to have a B.B.Q. and go swimming!Amber burst into my room, soon followed by a shy smiling Cindy. “Davey, Davey, come and play with us! Puuullleeeeassse!” my. As she always put it: "Maybe I lived in Salinas, but I'm not from there." Even though she was half-Mexican, the tough-guy machista culture of her family's homeland elicited nothing from her but disgust. She had been to Sinaloa several times to visit her grandparents and found the ingrained violence and oppressiveness of the culture there repugnant. The salsa erotica and narco-corridas that were popular in Culiacan offended and nauseated her, every bit as much as the rap music that assaulted her. My ex-wife Megan (she is 26yo, brown hair,blue eyes, about 165lbs, C-cup breasts) are still friends and would discuss personal happenings. She had started a long distance relationship with an old army buddy of mine, they had gotten together twice before they had broken up. a few months later we were eating lunch together one day while school shopping for our son (he was off playing in the play area). She was telling me that a few weeks ago she was feeling kinda sick and weird so she took a. My ass was sore, so was my nose but Bernard said we had to make one more stop before we went home for the night. I wondered what he had in mind.As we drove along the streets of the depressed downtown area, we came to an area with lots of bars. Bernard pulled into an alley between two bars and honked his horn. "Get out!" he commanded. I got out of the car and waited for whatever would happen next. As Bernard got out of the car, two side doors opened. It looked like they both belonged to bars on.