Melissa didn't want to elaborate that Jocelyn's "thing" was getting banged out by black dudes. That seemed a little bit grotesque, and it wouldn't serve her purposes very well at all.
Whatever she had to say, her husband's ghost wasn't having any of it. He just kept warning her to beware of the smooth talking hustlers and reminding her that all they want is her pocket book. Of course, there was no way that these men could know how much Melissa was packing, but he did have a good point. What if they were walking into some sort of scam? Get a bunch of horny old ladies with enough free cash to even entertain the idea of such a trip trapped somewhere in Mexico and then enslave them and rob them for all they are worth. They could be held hostage there for years, and who would even know? Sure,
