Top of the Blog: 8TH STREET LATINAS passed though security waving as she went. We watched her until she entered the tunnel that lead to her plane. Free to be together again at last we shared an excited look and headed towards her car smiling. I still planned to ask Ellen about what I had heard during breakfast, but with that single look at her I knew no matter what her explanation was it would have no effect on our trip or anything else.
"I'll drop you off at home so you can finish packing. I wish I could screw you right now but there's no time," she said as she drove. "I'll pack one of your suits for a night out while we're down there. Don't bring too much clothes though," she