“What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you stalking me? “ Jacy quarreled, losing interest in the beer she was about pouring before Rodriguez appeared behind her with his voice, grunting like an overbred alhpa.

“Heh trust me,” he peered his head to her face to sound it louder because the buzzing noise of the music could barely allow one say a word without repeating, “I wish I could avoid you. I wish I could go my way without having to see you every now and then like my ...