-“Rebeca was her name. She was the sweetest gal I’ve ever met. I remember that she used to bring me warm clothes and toiletries, and always something hot and delicious home cooked.
I recall that I would ravenously devour that food and it tasted like manna from heaven.
In turn, she would expertly devour my cock.” Jose mused with a faraway look.
-“So, how is it that she knew that you were in prison, and that she came to help you get out of there?” Charlie asked with skepticism.
-“I had been there for about three weeks, debilitated and sick as a dog. I had been beaten, and I was coughing up flem, wiping the running mucus with the caked sleeve of my shirt.
I had lost ten pounds in that stretch of time; in thanks to a bout with chronic diarrhea- they occasionally served rotten food!
Anyways, to summarize...I asked a new buddy whom I had saved from getting gang raped, since you know the cute boys are inserted into this facility in a peculiar way, upon arrival.
He therefore owed me. I asked him to ask his girlfriend to deliver a message from me to Rebeca.
In my feverish state, the only one I could think of was her because she was so cool, and I desperately needed help.
With antibiotics, I was able to arrest my severe coughing and sneezing.
When I was well again, I started bathing with icy cold water being the only option. Although in truth I would wash only the necessary parts of the anatomy with a wash cloth and soap provided by Rebeca.
I asked her to contact some business contacts…to get me a good lawyer and a review of my case. As you know the court system there is crooked in general. One can buy a lawyer or a judge with the right connections and affluence.”
-“Just like that you were able to get out of prison?” Charlie asked with mild curiosity.
-“Let’s just say that I had to sell my soul to the Devil in return. I was able to shorten my stay in purgatory, and went to repay my heavy debt. I was transferred to their Peruvian base and made a lot of money with high caliber deliveries for them, not bull shit envelopes. But guess what? I invested two-thirds in Clae which offered a 100% return investment.
-“Who is Clae?”
-“Son of bitches’ investment firm. They took the savings and most of the money of Ten Thousand people, with the promise of huge dividends. They initially paid investors a healthy return which fed the frenzy to want to invest with them.
Some invested their whole life savings; they sold their homes, cars to invest with these motherfuckers. This happened in 1988, I was almost wiped out.
I used what little I had left to get a new identity and passport, and headed to Mexico. There my business contacts were able to transport me comfortably into the United States, can you believe as if nothing? A customs official just looked the other way.” Jose said with mild cynicism.
To be continued….
