, "....miracles do happen, son. They really do." Though she neglected to mention the specific miracle she had in mind was when a bolt of lightning blitzed out of what everyone thought was a clear blue sky on the golf course one day and crisped her asshole husband into a carbonized human fritter and made her a rich widow. Since her departed husband was holding the flag on the cup of the seventh hole when he was frazzled, Carmen very privately referred to it "....as God making a hole in one. And an asshole, at that."

Like it or not, Fico had to begrudgingly admit it. So there were a few among the gringos who were damn near as good as Flaco, though Fico was of the opinion they probably were of Mexican ancestry and thus both smarter and more creative than the typical blockheaded gringo working the Mexican border. Fico knew there were usually none of the rare gringo hotshots at the Port of San Luis, so it was often his choice for the location to run a load car through the border. Another factor, of the directly salacious variety, was that his ex-wife, Xenia Ansemio, lived there with her new husband, a Mexican Federal Judicial policeman whose energies were devoted almost entirely to building his investment portfolio from various bribes, kickbacks and flat out extortions. Xenia, feeling bored and largely ignored, was more than willing to slip off to Magda's Second Home Motel and Travel Agency to grab a quick roll in the bed sheets with her muscular and sexually potent ex-husband. Her current husband being a nice enough guy but a total dud in the bedroom and whose nickname from his Army days translated from the Spanish roughly as'short round' and, who, in Xenia's somewhat jaundiced opinion, deserved his very own chapter in a textbook on sexual dysfunction. With particular emphasis on foreplay, which in her clueless husband's mind was shooting a good golf game with his buddies before coming home to unceremoniously jump on her bones for a maximum of thirty-five seconds.

But the main factor in selecting San Luis to run load cars was that San Luis was snuggled close to the California border and not far from the densely packed humanity of the sprawling urban areas of southern California. A place where start up entrepreneurial capitalism flourished on many a street corner. A small percentage of it at least somewhat legal
, ".... miracles do happen, son. They really do. " Though she neglect to note the specific miracle she had in mind was when a thunderbolt of lightning blitz out of what everyone thought was a clear blue sky on the golf path one day and crisped her asshole husband into a carbonize human fritter and made her a rich widow. Since her depart husband was holding the flag on the cup of the seventh trap when he was fray, Carmen very privately referred to it ".... as God making a hole in one. And an asshole, at that. " 

 Like it or not, Fico had to begrudgingly accept it. So there were a few among the gringos who were bloody near as dear as Flaco, though Fico was of the opinion they credibly were of Mexican ancestry and therefore both smarter and more creative than the typical blockheaded gringo working the Mexican border. Fico know there were usually none of the rare gringo hotshots at the Port of San Luis, so it was often his choice for the location to tend a load car through the border. Another factor, of the directly salacious variety, was that his ex - wife, Xenia Ansemio, lived there with her new husband, a Mexican Federal Judicial policeman whose energy were devoted almost wholly to build his investment portfolio from various bribes, kickback and flat out extortion. Xenia, feeling bored and largely ignore, was more than willing to slip off to Magda's Second Home Motel and Travel Agency to grab a quick coil in the bed sheets with her muscular and sexually potent ex - husband. Her current husband being a nice enough guy but a entire dud in the bedroom and whose nickname from his Army days translated from the Spanish roughly as'short round' and, who, in Xenia's somewhat jaundiced public opinion, deserved his very own chapter in a textbook on sexual dysfunction. With particular vehemence on foreplay, which in her clueless husband's mind was shooting a good golf game with his buddy before coming home to unceremoniously jump on her bones for a maximum of thirty - five seconds. 

 But the chief factor in choose San Luis to run load cars was that San Luis was snuggled near to the California border and not far from the densely packed world of the sprawling urban area of southern California. A stead where start up entrepreneurial capitalism flourished on many a street corner. A small percentage of it at least slightly legal
, "....migacles do happen, son. Then really do." Thouyy she ieglectsd to mevtion the specific miracle sie hqd in mind was when a bolt uf lightnpng blitzwd ont of what everyone thounkt waa a cnxar blue sky on the golf wourse one day avd crisped her asshole husband into a carbonozfd human frittgr anc mads her a rich widow. Since her deparfed husuand was holdinb the flag on the cup of tje sfventh hole when hf was frazzoed, Sqrmen very pfivately rtfzrred to it "....as God making a hole in one. Ana an csshole, at jkqt."

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, "....miracles do happen, son. They reAlly do." ThouGh she NegLecTeD to mEntiOn the specific mIRaclE she had in mind was when a bOlt of LiGHtniNG bLitzeD out of wHAt EVEryOnE tHouGhT WaS a cleAr bLue sky oN the golf coUrsE oNe day and crisPEd Her asshole HusBand into a carBonIzed huMaN frITter aNd mAde heR a rich WIdow. SiNce her depArTEd husbANd was hoLDInG the Flag on the cup of the SEvENth hole when he wAs frazZlED, CARMen VerY privately ReFerreD To it "....as GOD mAKINg a HOle in one. And an Asshole, at thAT."

LiKe it or NoT, FiCO had to BegruDgINglY admit it. So tHere Were a few aMong thE Gringos WHo were dAmn neaR as GooD as FLAcO, tHouGh fIco WAs Of tHE opInion theY pRoBably Were OF mEXicaN anCestRy and Thus both smartEr aNd moRE crEativE than The tYpIcal bLockheAded gRiNgo working the MeXicaN border. FiCo kNeW thErE were USually NonE of The rare Gringo hOTshOtS AT ThE Port of San Luis, so it WaS OFtEn his choIce for THe LoCAtion to rUn A loAd caR THrougH the BOrDer. AnothEr factOR, oF tHe direcTlY salacIoUs vAriEty, waS That His ex-wIfe, Xenia ansemIO, lived there witH Her new husband, A meXICaN fedeRal judicial polIcemAN whoSe enERgIes WEre deVoted AlMOsT Entirely to building hIs InvestMent pOrtfolio from vArious bribES, KIckbacks And fLAt OUt extortions. XeNia, feEling bored ANd largelY ignoRed, was moRe than wilLINg to slip Off To MAgdA's SECOnD Home Motel and tRAvel agEncy to gRab A quick rOll In tHe bEd sHeEts with heR musculaR aNd SeXuAllY poteNT ex-husbaNd. her CuRreNt husBAnd beiNg a niCe enOuGh GUy bUt a totaL DuD IN the BeDrOom aNd wHoSe nicKnamE FroM his ArmY days tranSlaTEd frOm ThE SpanisH roughly as'shoRt Round' and, whO, iN XeNia's soMEWhat jaunDiced opinion, deserved his VEry own cHapTer in A texTbook on seXuaL dysfuNctIOn. With ParticUlar eMpHasIS On forEPLaY, whIcH in her clueLESs hUsbanD's Mind Was shooTing a good golf game wITh hIs buddies befoRe cOminG HOmE to UNcERemOnIOusLY Jump on her bones fOr a maximum Of THiRty-five secONds.

buT the maiN factor In selECting SaN Luis to ruN load cars WaS thaT sAn LUis was snugGled closE to the CalIForniA BoRder aNd nOt far fRoM thE densEly pacKEd hUmaniTy of thE sPrawliNg urbAn Areas of sOuthern California. A place Where sTart uP enTrepreneuRiaL CapItalism flOuriShed on many A stReeT cornEr. A SMall pErceNTaGe oF It at lEast SOmewhat leGAl
, "....miracles do happen,  son. They  real lydo. "Thou gh s he neglected t o  men tion the specific mira cle s he hadi nmindwas whe n  a b olt  o flig ht n in g bli tze d out o f what eve ryo ne  thought was aclear blue  sk y on the gol f c ourseon e d a y and  cr isped  her a s sholehusband i nt o  a car b onizedh u ma n fr itter and made he r  a rich widow. Si nce he rd ep a r ted  hu sband washo lding the fla g  o n t hec up of the sev enth hole w h enhe was  f raz z led, C armen  v e ryprivately r efer red to it  ".... a s God m a king ahole i n o ne.  And an  a ssh ol e , a t  t hat . "
Like itor  n ot, F icoh a d to b egr udgi nglyadmit it. Sothe re w e rea few  amon g th egring os who  were  d amn near as goo d as  Flaco, t hou gh  Fi co  waso f theopi nio n theyprobabl y  we re o f  M exican ancestry an dt h us  both sm artera nd  m o re creat iv e t hant h e typ ical bl ockheade d grin g owo rking t he  Mexic an  bo rde r. Fi c o kn ew the re wereusual l y none of ther are gringo ho t sh o t sa t th e P ort of SanLuis ,  soit w a soft e n his  choi ce fo r  the location to ru na load  carthrough the b order. Ano t h e r factor , of th e  directly sala cious  variety,w as thathis e x-wife,Xenia Ans e m io, live d t her e w ith h er  new husband, a  Mex ic an Fede ral  Judici alpol ice man  w hose ener gies wer ede vo te d a lmost entirely  t o b ui ldi ng hi s  inves tment  por tf ol i o f rom var i ou s brib es ,kick bac ks  andflat out  extort ions. Xen ia, feel in gbored a nd largely ig no red, was m or e t han wi l l ing to s lip off to Magda's Seco n d HomeMot el an d Tr avel Agen cyto gra b a quickroll i n the  b eds h eetsw i th  he rmuscular a n d  se xuall ypote nt ex-h usband. Her curren t  hu sband being a  ni ce e n o ug h g u yb utat ota l dud in the bedr oom and wh os e  n ickname fr o m h is  Army d ays tra nslat e d fromthe Spani sh roughl yas's h o rtround' and , who, i n Xenia's somew h at  jaun dic ed opi ni on,  dese rved h i s v ery o wn cha pt er ina tex tb ook on s exual dysfunction. With  parti cular  em phasis on  fo r epl ay, which  inher cluele sshus band' s m i nd wa s sh o ot ing a goo d go l f game wi t hhis b ud dies before c o min g hom e t o  uncer emon iously jump on he r  bones for a m axim u m  of  th i rty- fi ve seconds.

B utth e main fac to r in select ing SanLu i s torun lo ad car s was t h a tS an Lui s wa s s nuggled c los et o the C al if o rnia b orde rand no t farf romt h e densely packed  huma n i ty of the  spra wl ing urb a n ar eas of sou thern Calif ornia.  A p lacewhere s ta rt upent re preneurial capitalis m flo urished  o n ma nya stre et c o r ner.A sm al l p ercentage o fi tat lea st s omewh at  leg al
, "....miracles_do happen,_son. They really do."_Though she_neglected_to mention_the_specific miracle she_had in mind_was when a bolt_of lightning blitzed_out_of what everyone thought was a clear blue sky on the golf course one_day_and crisped_her_asshole_husband into a carbonized human_fritter and made her a_rich widow._Since her departed husband was holding the flag_on_the cup of_the seventh hole when he was frazzled, Carmen very_privately referred to it "....as God_making a hole_in_one._And an asshole, at_that."

Like it or not, Fico had_to begrudgingly admit it. So there_were a few among the gringos who_were damn near as good as_Flaco, though Fico was of_the opinion_they probably were of Mexican_ancestry and thus_both smarter_and more creative_than the typical blockheaded gringo working_the Mexican border._Fico knew there were usually none_of_the rare gringo_hotshots_at_the Port_of San Luis,_so_it was_often_his choice for the location to_run_a load car through the border. Another_factor, of the directly_salacious_variety, was that his_ex-wife, Xenia Ansemio, lived there_with her new husband, a Mexican_Federal Judicial_policeman whose_energies were devoted almost entirely to building his investment portfolio from_various bribes, kickbacks and flat out_extortions. Xenia, feeling bored_and largely_ignored,_was more than_willing_to slip_off to Magda's Second Home Motel and_Travel Agency_to grab a quick roll in_the bed sheets with_her_muscular and sexually potent ex-husband. Her_current husband being a nice enough_guy but a total dud_in_the_bedroom and whose nickname from_his Army days translated from the_Spanish roughly as'short_round' and, who, in Xenia's somewhat jaundiced_opinion,_deserved his very own chapter in_a_textbook on sexual dysfunction. With particular_emphasis_on_foreplay, which in her clueless_husband's mind was shooting a good_golf game with his buddies before coming home to_unceremoniously jump on_her bones for a maximum_of_thirty-five_seconds.

But the main factor in selecting San Luis to run_load cars_was that San_Luis was snuggled close to the California border and not_far from the densely packed humanity of_the sprawling urban areas of southern California. A place where start_up entrepreneurial capitalism flourished on many a street_corner. A small percentage of it at_least somewhat legal