It's openly okay to sell drugs down here, it's openly okay to solicit prostitution, it's openly okay to break into anybody's vehicle, it's just like a...war zone. The police are all over the fucking place but they don't do a damn thing."Nobody was any help with the case however.Then we went out and talked with some of the prostitutes. After Dana or Candy had assured them that we were with the FBI and not Vice several of the working girls were willing to speak with us. Just listening to them it. "The agent asked, "Do you think those guys have any dope on board?" Probably lots of it, mostly for personal use. A lot of the Indian and Pakistani crewmen use some hashish. It's not against the law over there and they are allowed to have it on board. I think a couple of them thought they might pick up some greenbacks selling some of their extra. Since they didn't do any dealing and we don't have any strangers running around down here, they didn't have a meet set up. I would rather chalk this. There’s a better risk of you getting pregnant.”A moment passed with silence.“….I dare you to get me pregnant.”I stopped drawing and turned around, looking at her. She raised her top off, and showed me her small breasts.“I bet that got you going, huh?” She said, with a smile.My dick went soft to rock hard in just a few seconds flat. I quickly got off the chair and ran to the bed, jumping in it. I quickly unclothed her by grabbing her dress, pulling it off, and tossing it to the side of the bed.. " It was Maria. I deserve some time away from the wrong end of these cattle and this man may not speak English. As you are aware, I am part Spanish and can speak it fluently. I want to see how you handle this situation."Emerson smiled and gave Billy, who was about to speak, a warning look. "I hadn't thought of that. Of course you should go with me. Billy, take care of things back there."The next day saw Emerson and Maria in the saddle before full light. Emerson was very aware of the girl riding.