”“I do, too.” He chuckled. It wasn’t a pleasant chuckle.It sounded evil. Somebody is in deep doodoo. I have a feeling my idea is considerably ...ore legal than his.“We’re being followed?” I asked.“What?” said el Patrón.“We’re being followed,” I said. Fuck, you guys ... you’re going to get me in trouble.“Let’s go get my car and go home.” That was just loud enough for the ill-fitting suit to hear. He was standing next to us while gazing at women’s corsets on display in a dusty store window. Nothing. Banishment of such distracting thoughts came, thankfully, as I stepped from the taxi before the airport terminal. The cabbie had been a nice guy, just talkative enough to make the ride pleasant without being intrusive. I saw no reason not to share details with him that I wouldn’t with even my mother. ‘Have fun in Mexico, man,’ he said after I’d awarded him a generous tip. ‘Watch out for them senoritas, though. They know tourists when they see one.’ I managed a smile. ‘Where I’m going, not many. Some where bigger, thinner, or older than her 42 years old and 44-38-44 body, depending on the page. There was one page that was dog eared, clearly William's go to page. He was right, it looked exactly like her, including her body type. She sat on her son's bed and slipped her hand inside her robe. She thought of William's young hard body and touched her damp pussy. Since her divorce a couple of years ago, no one she dated had made her as damp as her son's best friend had after just a few. She must have heard me as she looked up and moved over to the door. Can you please let me out of here? she said. I did nothing wrong. Has the whole world gone crazy. Just because I dont want to… Suddenly she doubled over in pain, grasping at the whisper clip on her ear. She screamed in pain and I realised Lisas invention was punishing her for thinking badly about blowjobs. Make it stop! she cried. I tried the handle of the door and was surprised to find it unlocked. Guess she just assumed.