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She debates. And debates. And debates some more. The Pros, the cons. Her Uncle, with 22 years on the job,
had this advice: 'No agaras tu MIEL en la misma local en que te dan tu dinero '...And she's sure that it's good advice;
Tio "Junior" Rojas, her Father's Brother, would know: he has endless tales of both sexes ruining marriages, on the job partner-
ships, and CAREERS behind on the job HINEY, rather HONEY (H-O-N-E-Y); and Vanessa Rojas of the Chicago PD
Intelligence GETS IT...she really does...but this connection with fellow Detective Kevin Atwater...it's more than just a little spark:
She feels a flame kindling where the primal beast within her dwells. And it's growing, day by day.
And so she drives. To Atwater's apartment. She flashes her badge at an older woman departing the front door; the night desk
man knows her from previous visits and waves a greeting/go ahead. Apartment 1011. She rings the bell; Kevin Atwater, dark,
bearded, muscular in knee-length shorts and a tank top; so handsome...he's shocked, and stammers his question about how,
how and why she is here; she is quick to interject in that sexily accented voice of hers: "I'm tired of waiting, Kev. I'm here to claim
what's mine."
"O-kaayy..what's that exactly?" He has to clear his throat because his throat is dry. Like a DESERT.
"THIS." The gentle cupping of his crotch; the loving squeeze...and the knowing chuckle.
"I shouted at you today," she says softly, standing close - in his vestibule now. "You only wanted to protect me; you always only want
that."
"Never do it again."
"Okay, Sir."
"NUNCA JAMAS..DI "
'Nessa gladly repeats the phrase as instructed. Kev asks "Acostamos ?"
"A que vine ?"
Translations
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No agaras tu MIEL en la misma local en que te dan tu dinero: Don't get your HONEY the same place you get your MONEY
NUNCA JAMAS-" Never again: say it
Acostamos?-Should we lie down?
A que vine?-Why'd I come?