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Again, Sanchez had to hold back a laugh. Angelica from airport security had thanked him profusely for allowing her to have a few minutes with the American woman. "It had been a long time since she had played with such a scrapperå," Angelica had later informed her superior.
Jennifer faced Sanchez. Her dark, green eyes ïashed in anger. "She is indeed a beauty," Sanchez thought idly. "One would hardly suspect that she is the mother of a îfteen year old daughter." Jennifer had in fact turned thirty-two one month ago, and she was indeed a very hansom young woman who caught many a stare from male passers by. Jennifer had dark, brown hair which she wore girlishly long, often tied back in a ponytail. Her face was a lovely oval shape with high cheek bones. Jennifer had a cute upturned nose and sparkling green eyes. She kept herself in immaculate shape, spending many hours at the Nautilus Club in their home town. She also lifted free weights and ran. Jennifer had a narrow waist and nicely shaped hips. Her breasts were not overly large. One might call them, "a handful". Even after having breast fed her daughter Emily, Jenniferås tits had not lost their bounce. Jenniferås best feature, all of her male acquaintances agreed, was her butt. Put simply, Jennifer Land had a great ass.
While he watched her talking on the phone, Sanchez continued his daydream. "Letås see," Sanchez thought, doing the math while Jennifer rattled on with the embassy, "Daughter is îfteen, that means mother was seventeen when daughter was born. So, probably knocked up when she was sixteen. Well..well..well," thought Sanchez. "This is indeed interesting. The sassy bitch standing on the other side of the desk started early. I wonder if her weakling husband was her îrst and only. I suppose with one so young itås possible. Interesting. Very interesting. It shouldnåt bother her too much then when her daughter follows in her motherås footsteps." This thought brought a smile to Sanchezås lips.
"And just what are you grinning about, Captain?" Jennifer Land said as she placed the receiver none to gently onto the cradle. "That was Gary Jameson of the United States Embassy on the phone. He informed me that he is on his way over here as we speak, and expects to be here in about two hours. Mr. Jameson told me to tell you that you and he are going to have a lot to talk about when he arrives."
"Two hours," Sanchez muttered as he looked up at Jennifer Land from his musings. "Only two hours. That doesnåt leave us much time." "Time?" Jennifer asked, confused. "Time for what, Captain?" "Mrs. Land, we have much to do if we are to reunite you with your family. There are many details which must be worked out," Captain Sanchez said in a very businesslike and ofîcial manner. He leaned forward and shufïed through some papers on the desk. Then looking up at Jennifer, he said ïatly, "The îrst thing you will need to do for me, Mrs. Land is to remove your clothing."
For a long moment, Jennifer stood staring at the man behind the desk, refusing to believe what she had just heard. Finally, Jennifer found her voice. "I.. I beg your pardon, Captain," she croaked, then cleared her throat, trying to recover her equilibrium.
"I asked that you please remove your clothing, Mrs. Land," Sanchez repeated in a cold tone of voice, his dark eyes sparkling wickedly. "I donåt know how much clearer I can be." He smiled up at the shocked young woman. It was a cold, predatory smile that sent shivers through Jennifer.
It only took a moment for the adrenalin to kick in. Jennifer could hear her heart pounding in her ears. At îrst she glanced quickly around the dingy ofîce, looking for a way to escape. When nothing obvious presented itself, she looked back at the captain. Jennifer managed to regain some composure through sheer force of will, and with it came anger and outrage. Summoning all of her courage, Jennifer glared across the desk at Sanchez and growled, "Iåll do no such thing. How dare you even suggest something so vile and crude. Iåll have you know that this incident will not go unreported. As soon as Mr. Jameson arrives, there will be hell to pay. And now, Captain," Jennifer spat triumphantly. "I demand that you escort me to a suitable place where I might await Ambassador Jamesonås arrival."
The room fell silent following Jenniferås tirade. Raoul Sanchez and Jennifer Land remained locked eye to eye for several moments. The sound of children laughing could be heard coming from somewhere outside.
With a resigned sigh, Captain Raoul Sanchez pushed back his desk chair and stood slowly. His posture was slouched and chastened as he moved around the end of his desk. Then as he stepped in front of Jennifer Land, he suddenly stood up straight revealing his true size. Jennifer actually took a step backward as she looked up at the big man.
Raoul Sanchez, though a little on the pudgy side, was an imposing îgure of a man. Standing at six foot four inches tall, he weighed two hundred seventy pounds if he weighed an ounce. After a poignant moment of silence during which Sanchez noticed the fear in the American bitchås eyes, he said almost conversationally, "I think, Mrs. Land, it is time that you fully understand your situation." Jennifer meanwhile was speechless. Continuing, the big man said, "You are not in America anymore, Mrs. Land. You are in my country; in my world." Sanchez grinned maliciously. "And in my world, Mrs. Land, the only rights you have are those that I see ît to grant to you."
Jennifer opened her mouth to object. Like lightning, Sanchezås hand shot out and slapped her hard across her mouth, with a resounding "crack". Jennifer spun, catching herself on the edge of the desk or she would have fallen to the ïoor. Her head swam. She tasted blood. Jennifer was thoroughly stunned, having never been struck before by anyone for any reason.
"You will learn to speak only when told, Mrs. Land." Sanchez continued in his cold conversational tone. He wasnåt even breathing hard. "In my world, Mrs. Land, you will soon discover that everyone, and I do mean everyone, follows my orders without question or hesitation. I expect no less from you, Mrs. Land." Having said this, Sanchez remained silent for a moment as if waiting for Jennifer to digest all that he had said. Then without warning he snapped, "Strip, Mrs. Land. This minute!"
Jennifer took another step backward, but she wasnåt beaten yet. She wasnåt going to go down without a îght. "Itåll take more than what youåve got to make me do anything of the sort, you bastard!" Jennifer hissed. She looked like a cornered alley cat.