.. delighting in the way a nose delved into his flabby cleft.It is Julia Chant doing this, Quentin had to keep reminding himself. Julia, who is now my...slave. Unbelievable, but true! Yes... this was the same Julia who had been wont to slap his face for so much as laying an unwanted hand on her knee. Who had taken him for a sucker; accepted his wealth and then two-timed him with other men. Julia, the arrogant, aristocratic one, who once had but to snap her fingers to have men come running.Now. I finally caught it and used the place in my head to look at the bottom of it closely. Just as I had remembered yesterday, the edges where the Sharpie started and stopped were still slightly visible. The place in my head showed where the acid in the Sharpie left microscopic traces in the rubber, even though the ink there was long gone.I slipped out of the tub to get the black Sharpie I saw on Emily’s desk. The place in my head guided me through matching the original handwriting. I tossed it. Sure I said we stopped at the Quick N-Out store not far from out houses, he bought me a soda and asked if I wanted anything to eat and I opted for a candy bar. We then returned to his house and headed straight to his basement apartment. As we headed down the steps I was trying to think of a way to initiate a way to blow his dick, I was really curious about taking it all the way down my throat, I mean is that even possible, but I wanted to try. As we entered the room I heard hey you made it. I have a bad feeling that they may be headed for Mexico. We would play hell pulling that tick if they got south of the border.”“I agree, Lt. And I hope that we can catch up to them before that or they cause even worse troubles. How are we going to find your tracker? It’s a big country and damned easy to get lost in.”“No problem, sir. At about 18:00, he’ll light a smoky fire. Hopefully, we’ll be in range and see it. If we spot it, We’ll set our own signal fire. If he doesn’t see ours, we try.