Ezra looked very much like the grand Mexican Don and Sean looked like a disreputable Anglo tough who would hire his gun to the highest bidder. They he...ded for Tia Maria where they had been told that Juarez owned another brothel similar to the one they had just raided.They rode slowly so that it was well into mid morning when they reached Tia Maria. They hitched their horses in front of what looked to be the best cantina in town and went in, with Sean going in first. He looked carefully around. I slipped the fighting staff under the cart’s tie-downs where I could grab it easily. My sheathed katana was on my back next to the quiver of arrows. I secreted shuriken, throwing knives, and other smaller weapons inside the pockets of my gi and in bands around my forearms.Shortly before the sun reached its zenith, I headed north. Less than an hour after entering the woods, I made a grisly find. Following drag marks and an intermittent trail of blood drops leading away from the road, I found. ?Shoe box?? He asked, looking around. ?In the closet, by the door.? He looked through it. What could he possibly be looking for? ?These are yours, right???All the heels are, and a pair of tennis shoes.? That’s because I love heels, and they work perfectly for my job. And I’m not a hooker. I’m a bank teller. It makes good money. ?Perfect? I heard him mumble. I wasn’t looking, but out of the corner of my eye he was walking toward me with the old black pair of heels I’d worn for my mother’s. Shortly after, a potential crisis with one of our customers finally boiled over, and the three of us remained busy for the rest of the day. ~~~~~~~ My weekend passed uneventfully, and as much as I wanted to call up Katie, invite her over, and fuck her silly, I also didn’t want to ruin our little game. So, I toughed it out until Monday. Monday found me back at my desk, tucked away in the corner, as per usual. Actually, my spot wasn’t too bad. I face outward toward the rest of the office and.