Chapter 160

The days went by fast, while I finished making the house livable. I contracted a down on his luck mason to underpin the box/house. Then I had Tomas add the deck that went from the door around and took up half of the front. It was a lot of deck for sure. That, and the small awning I had installed over the door, completed the outside for the rest of the summer.

The refrigerator and a two gallon stainless steel water tank which I set on the counter completed my purchases. I did arrange for a phone to be installed. I also bought my Internet through them as well. I furnished my own wireless router, as I had previously done. So it wasn't too bad. Since Cable was not available, I watched TV shows on line the next day. I was thrilled with seeing them at my convenience anyway.

Of course after I completed work on the house I was bored. The Brit was busy with Jeremy, so I was left to my own devices. I wasn't really ready to move past the Brit. I wasn't sitting home lovesick thinking about him, I just wasn't ready for any new involvement.

I walked up to my storage building, which was about a hundred yards from my house. When I opened that building I was a little surprised to find everything just as I left it. It was absolutely ready to start mixing. I didn't want to mix anything, but it was all there, and I was there looking at it. I shook my head and was ready to walked away from it.

I did make the decision to clean it out and then use if for storage. I had a few bottles of punch and a few bottles of water and many empty water bottles. The fruit punch was too sweet for me to sit and drink, but I could use it for mixer at home. The bottles of water I carried to the house and emptied them into the water tank on the cook station. The empty water bottles I drove to the dumpsters that the county supplied for its residents to deposit our trash. There I dumped the bottles into the recycle container...

I was determined to use the storage space for some kind of money making venture, I would like it to be legal or a least bullet proof illegal. I started to run down things I wasn't going to get into. Number one was forgery or counterfeiting. I was too shaky for either of those. Fraud was out of the question. I couldn't handle the constant lying to people. Besides I wasn't the sales person type.

It was going to be manufacturing something that sold itself. Everything kept pointing me back to making liquor. I really didn't want to do it, but I was so bored. I was saved by a call from 'Karl the Killer',

"Hello Sylvia, do you know who this is," he asked.

"Karl," I said.

"Right you are. We have a little job. You could help us out with," he said. "It is completely on the four square."

"How long, when do I start, and lastly what do I have to do?" I asked.

"Do you really care any of those?" he asked.

"I guess not to be honest. I have no were to be, and nothing special to do for the rest of my life," I said.

"I'll be there in a few minutes then," he said.

"What, you are here?" I asked.

"Yes, I was pretty sure you would be in. You are part of this thing now, believe it or not." Karl said.

"What about my melt down last time," I said.

"Well we have you on a modified job description," he said.

"Oh?" I asked.

"I think I will wait to discuss it with you, face to face," he said... "We do need to discuss it, but not for this job. This is a straight up bodyguard gig. Only three and a half days."

I had to wait ten minutes for him to arrive. When he did he held a large coffee still steaming. It was from the coffee shop, whose WIFI I stole now and then. I let him into the little house. He looked around standing in what I used as a living room, bedroom, and office. "Nice," he said.

"If this is going to be another one of those insurance things, I'm really not interested." I said.

"This one is a scientist speaking at a conference on the methods of eradicating illegal Marijuana. Her university is afraid she will be in danger while she is in Mexico." Karl said.

"Do you think?" I asked sarcastically.

"It's more than just a tourist thing, she is going to give a lecture on how to eradicate pot. They think she might be a target. American police or soldiers can not carry guns down there."

"Outlaw guns and only Outlaws will have guns," I said sarcastically again.

"So, they want us to stay with her. You know take one for the team kind of thing," he said.

"Fuck that, I would rather the guys on the other side take one for the team," I said. "So we can carry guns right?" I asked.

"No we can't get a permit to carry a gun, That's why we thought of you," Karl said.

"Karl honey a toothbrush shank, really isn't going to cut it against a man with an AK47," I said.

"The Mexican counter narcotics squad is protecting her. They are the best cops down there," he said.

"Karl what help are we going to get from our government, if we get killed protecting one of ours?" I asked.

"Why are you really going to care, if you are dead," he asked.

"Good point, okay I'm in," I said.

"I knew you would be. We are taking a team, These people are serious about keeping her alive. If she gets killed by narco terrorist, it will give the war on drugs another black eye." He said seriously.