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<P>Alone. Completely and irrevocably alone. If anything was going to be done he was going to do it.
Alex Benson, he thought, boy detective. He wished that he had passed out in that bar before the two women found him. Traveling salesmen, he thought bitterly, should stick to traveling and not Galahading around in foreign countries Not even in this country.
Rubbing his eyes wearily, he decided there was time for a nap before he headed back to Tijuana.
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<P>Chapter 14
It seemed so long. Renee sighed and stretched. It seemed forever that she and Fran had shared this dirty, foul room. She stared blankly at the cold, white light illuminating the grimy window pane and it didn't mean escape or freedom anymore. It meant nothing because she couldn't escape.
<P>There was no place to go. There was no one to go to. She shivered as she remembered the lust that was becoming a part of her life. She wanted it to stop. But her own fiber was interwoven in it. Sometimes she forgot whether it was Manuel who suggested the games they play---or if they were her idea, or Fran's.
Everything was so confused! Renee shook her head, as if that had something to do with the massive confusion around her.
"Fran?"
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