She was around five-five or so, rather slim and petite, with what I thought were B-cup breasts, a flat tummy, and a tuft of brown hair between her fantastic legs. "No problem with me," I replied.

"Just so you know, I'm divorced without any kids."

"Good to know, but were you expecting..."

"I expect nothing but, despite looking outwardly calm. I'm frightened to death and know that crossing the border won't stop them. You're more than aware that our security agents will send people across any border to kill someone."

"I'm aware."

Getting under the sheets together, she moved closer as I continued to watch the news. When the report...