Chapter One - The Tent in Tijuana Connie was sobering up fast despite all the tequila she'd guzzled this evening.Chapter One - The Tent in Tijuana Connie was sobering up fast despite all the tequila she'd guzzled this evening. She sensed danger in the tent, felt the animal tension. She realized she was the only woman in here and all eyes were on her. She dug her fingernails into Matt's arm. "Matt, take me out of here," she said under her breath, her words sluggish from the tequila. "Don't be silly," Matt said, nowhere near as drunk as Connie although he'd put down a lot more liquor. "The shows about start. Every vet oughta see something like this." A hand started rubbing Connie's ass and she spun around. "Hands off, buster!" The young Mexican showed his teeth in a dirty leer and tipped a green bottle to his lips. His companions, a half dozen shirt-less Mexican youths, laughed at her. She turned away from them, searching the crowd for Billy, desperate to grab him and drag him out of here with her. To hell with Matt! He could stay if he wanted to be stubborn. |