“You did good. They both really enjoyed themselves. Maybe next time don’t pull me into your plans,” I say when we are finally in bed. I am glad it worked. The ice is broken, and now it’s up to them. And you can’t retire just yet, my little minion.” “Nothing about me is little,” I say, and she smirks.
“Oh really? Then show me what you are working with hot stuff. The proof is in the pudding, as they say,” she says as she moves to straddle me. “Then why don’t you have a taste? I can’t let you starve on my watch,” I answered and pulled her down and kissed her.
Three weeks later…
It’s been three weeks, and we still haven’t been able to find Gary. All my contacts in Cuba are looking for him, but no luck. I even felt like going there myself. The manifest from the cargo ship he was on also van
