Max had already paid Bianca one hundred dollars.
It would be a real waste if I didn't dig deep into her sweet Colombian honey pot.
'Another hundred, and I'm all yours,' she said.
The hotel across the road, called The Amazonia Inn, would serve the lover's tryst well.
It was five stars, had a jacuzzi and cable television.
'Get yourself a room also,' I said to Max, 'and once I'm done, you can have second slops.'
Pablo would not be a problem.
Some citizen journalists had recorded the whole incident on the catwalk and last we heard of Pablo, he was on a flight to reinvent himself in Venezuela.
'I'll get you two fake spies,' was his message to us, relayed through the nightly news.
Bianca was impressed.
We had broken up the cartel at last and she wanted to show her token of appreciation.
'Taking off your bra, would be a good start,' I told her, as I turned on the large plasma television and switched on HBO.
You are never alone if you have HBO.
I loved the Americans.
They made the TV a pacifier.
But from all the screams coming out of Bianca, I'd have to give her my own pacifier.
She swallowed most of it.
My man juice still dripping down her chin, I suggested she knock on the room next door.
Max would appreciate the gesture.
I learned an important lesson in life, take care of your boss and your boss will take care of you.
Besides, Bianca had texted her twin sister, Caprice, who was on her way to my room now.
I was really liking Colombia. It was people like Pablo who gave the country a bad rap.
It would be a real waste if I didn't dig deep into her sweet Colombian honey pot.
'Another hundred, and I'm all yours,' she said.
The hotel across the road, called The Amazonia Inn, would serve the lover's tryst well.
It was five stars, had a jacuzzi and cable television.
'Get yourself a room also,' I said to Max, 'and once I'm done, you can have second slops.'
Pablo would not be a problem.
Some citizen journalists had recorded the whole incident on the catwalk and last we heard of Pablo, he was on a flight to reinvent himself in Venezuela.
'I'll get you two fake spies,' was his message to us, relayed through the nightly news.
Bianca was impressed.
We had broken up the cartel at last and she wanted to show her token of appreciation.
'Taking off your bra, would be a good start,' I told her, as I turned on the large plasma television and switched on HBO.
You are never alone if you have HBO.
I loved the Americans.
They made the TV a pacifier.
But from all the screams coming out of Bianca, I'd have to give her my own pacifier.
She swallowed most of it.
My man juice still dripping down her chin, I suggested she knock on the room next door.
Max would appreciate the gesture.
I learned an important lesson in life, take care of your boss and your boss will take care of you.
Besides, Bianca had texted her twin sister, Caprice, who was on her way to my room now.
I was really liking Colombia. It was people like Pablo who gave the country a bad rap.
