We don't have any in stock." You bet. You know, you might check with that cute little Mexican waitress, Juanita, 'cause her family might know a source...for tortillas. But do whatever you have to do. I'd like to see this on the menu by tomorrow, and if you can't find any tortillas, serve it up with crackers until we do. And by the way, would you knock off that 'Mr. Ramey' shit? The name's Jack."At first, Errol thought that Jack's automatically tying Juanita to tortillas might be a bit un-PC, but. He was sweating as most over-weight men in their middle ages do. ‘So? Dinner this evening?’ Lord asked. ‘Yes, at eight if that isn’t too late?’ ‘Not at all. Eight will be fine. And thank you.’ Helen returned to her bed-sit and prepared herself for Jack. She liked to tease him and keep him keen. Denial of sex was a means of keeping him ‘warm’ and wanting. It was a kind of sacrifice for her own needs, then again, the longer he waited, the better the sex was in her opinion. She dressed to kill.. Q: Why did Mexicans create tequila?A: So ugly people would have a chance at having sex!Q: What do you get when you mix English class with alcohol?A: Tequila MockingbirdQ: What has eight arms and an IQ of 60?A: Four guys drinking Bud Light and watching a football game!Q: How can you tell if someone Amish is an alcoholic?A: They keep falling off the wagon.Q: How many men does it take to open a Budweiser bottle?A: none. the lady should already have it open on the table!Q: How can you find the guy. “Give me back my sight, you Las-poxed whore!” snarled the warrior.“He’s stumbling in a circle, Master,” Zanyia shouted. “Just stand up, turn to your left.”I listened to her, standing up. I focused on my senses. My hearing felt so sharp. I inhaled, smelling unwashed body and rust, mixed with the tang of steel. Armor creaked before me. Foots thrashing. Heavy breathing.“Three steps forward,” Zanyia shouted.I did, taking larger steps. I had to swallow my fear. I had to embrace the uncertainty. My.