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I wanna hold the hand inside you/I wanna take the breath that's true---
I look to you and I see nothing/I look to you to see the truth---
You live your life, you go in shadows/You'll come apart and you'll go blind---
Some kind of night into your darkness/Colors your eyes with what's not there---
Fade into you...Strange you never knew---
Fade into you...I think it's strange you never knew---
FADE INTO YOU/MAZZY STAR
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*In This Chapter*
Lourdes Delgado
Jamil Dexter
'Masher' (OC)
Hal Mason (mentioned)
John Pope
Dan Weaver
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FINALLY !! Lourdes went to the sink and washed her hands and arms, then bent to wash her face when a
rough and careless palm thumped against her modest bottom.
"Desgraciado !!" she shouted, scooting forward and spinning around to avoid a second spank. "Jamil definitely won't like you putting
your filthy paws on me, CREEP!" she shouted.
John Pope scoffed and jammed a cigarette into one corner of his smirking mouth. Releasing a long plume of smoke, the 'reformed out-
law' snickered, "That right? Who the fuck is 'Jamil', hm?"
"I AM." Brown-skinned and dread-locked, muscular, and not the slightest bit intimidated, Jamil Dexter strode forward, looping an arm about
about LuLu's tiny waist. "Did he scare you?:
"A little."
"You're trembling," he observed. "So more than a little, hm?"
Pope called, "You're FINE, ain't ya, Chica?"
Jamil tilted his Love's gamine face up with the joined forefinger and thumb of his right hand, and ignoring Pope, he murmured, "Baby?"
"Yes, Jamie. He did."
Nodding, Jamil faced Pope. "Did you touch her?"
The brash, arrogant, and partially reformed brute drawled, "A lil' love tap; more like a 'hello how are ya'."
"Mmh, Mhm"...As Jamil started forward, Lourdes quickly moved to block his path.
"Lissen to your bitch, Bro!" taunted Pope
"Mother FUCKER !" Lourdes' slender arms tightened around her man, straining to keep him at bay.
"NONONO, Baby!"
"Pssst...Pope."
"Yeh, 'Masher': WHAT?!"
Pope's very large, very bearded underling stepped closer. "That cat over there - 'Dreads'?...I overheard (Captain) Weaver sayin' how he
taught specialized hand-to-hand combat tactics to Marines and other Special Forces...unarmed hand to hand ...maybe leave 'im
and his mamasita be, is all I'm sayin'."
Pope rolled the toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other. "RIGHT...'cause I asked you."
The bigger man shrugged his huge shoulders. "I let you know you got a beef; I don't, and you step in shit you got a beef. Fuck it."
Pope scowled, but said nothing.
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During the exchange between Pope and his henchman, Lourdes managed to drag her man to a different room. "Don't be mad, Baby,"
she chided softly. "He can't touch us - NO ONE CAN."
Jamil can't help but smile. "OK, Baby."
"I mean it, Amor . Apart from that tiny crush that I had on Hal, I haven't looked at another guy - you KNOW THAT."
To emphasize her point, the tiny Latina stood on tiptoes to kiss his lips...one of her small hands slipped down to cradle his crotch;
the other soft palm caressed one side of his face..."I'm YOURS - ONLY YOURS"...
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Desgraciado: Bastard/Ingrate
*continuing*