Living the Dream in Mexico pt. 2
A second time with Officer Cece
The usual disclaimers. No resemblance to anyone living or dead is implied or intended. Anyone engaging in sex is over 18.
Brian and the female police officer, Cece Garcia, were standing outside kissing and holding hands in the afterglow of their terrific sex session when the taxi arrived to take Cece home.
"Call me when you get in your apartment safely," he told her.
"I'm the cop, that's supposed to be my line," she said smiling while giving him a last wave.
Brian thought about how much he had enjoyed himself then began planning for Wednesday when he would see her again.
Without thinking he let the steel man door slam shut making the whole garage reverberate loudly.
"So, did you have fun?" a spiteful sounding voice called out.
"Well, you should know, I saw you watching us from the tree Valentina," he informed her. "Why did you want to spy on me?"
"I had to see, I just had to," she said softly then shook herself. "It's nothing, never mind."
"It's not nothing if you went to the effort of climbing the tree," he told her. "And you stayed there until we were done. What were you hoping to see anyway?"
"Just, oh I don't know, you would laugh if I told you," she said tiredly.
"Ok then, good night," he said turning to enter his house.
"Wait senor please," she asked.
"What now?" he said tiredly.
"I have a question to ask, it is very personal, so you don't have to answer. Is that ok?"
"Ok, you can ask but I may not answer."
"You were having sex with the officer in her butt, yes?" the tiny girl asked.
"Yes, I was, it's called anal sex. What is your point?"
"Were you doing it to her that way because it would not fit in her other hole?" she wondered.
"No, during foreplay we discovered that we both like butt play and anal sex. She wanted it that way and I agreed," he explained.
"So, even if she is a smaller woman your thing would fit in her vagina?"
"Sure, why not. Babies come out of that hole, I am certainly not as large as a baby," he said smiling.
She grinned back saying, "I am not an expert, but it looked very large to me."
"Seen a lot of cocks, have you?"
"No, but when you live on the street there is sometimes not much privacy. You see things but you don't notice them, if you can understand my meaning," she told him.
Nodding his head he replied, "Yes, I do understand. Kind of like living in a coed dorm in college."
So, where are you going with these questions?" he asked.
"I am too embarrassed to tell you, good night senor," she said before lying down in her blankets.
Brian shook his head then locked up before going to bed.
The next morning Brian was in a good mood, humming to himself as he made his coffee. He had nothing on his agenda for the day. He was contemplating making a sandwich and loading the cooler before heading to the beach. He grabbed his keys hitting the button to open the trunk. His intention was to load his beach bag, chair and umbrella before fixing the cooler. As he entered the garage, he groaned upon seeing the pile of things in the corner. Instead of loading the car he began looking through his contact list for his lawyer.
Federico Gonzales seemed happy to hear from him. He chastised Brian for not calling for over a year but acknowledged that not having to contact your attorney is usually a good thing. Brian laughed with him before they caught up on each other's lives. Fede eventually brought them back to the point of the call.
Brian explained about coming back from the States and finding a homeless girl in his garage. He detailed the police visit omitting his date with Cece Garcia. After he finished Fede was quiet for a long time. Brian was beginning to think he had lost him when his lawyer grunted before saying, "Ok, you have a problem. The girl has been taking homeless lessons from her peers apparently. It is true that if someone lives continuously at the same address for 30 days, they have certain rights. You would call them squatters rights in the States."
"Even if she was trespassing and had no permission to be there? Had in fact broken in?" Brian asked, trying to be clear on what was involved.
"Well, yes and no. Yes, in the sense that the law says if you physically reside at a property for thirty days and the owner of the property has not asked you to leave, the person has in fact established residency. No, in the sense that if the court is made aware that the owner was absent and had no knowledge of the, let's call her a squatter, squatter being on the property, especially if they forced their way in or damaged the property, they can be made to leave or be arrested if there was damage."
"That sounds fairly simple and straight forward, what am I missing?" Brian asked.
"Well, in your case it should be simple. Your passport will show the date you left and returned, correct?"
"Well, they don't actually stamp them anymore, but they are scanned at the border so no problem," he said firmly.
"Ah, very good. It should not take more than a month or six weeks to get a written copy from INM," Fede said sounding very happy.
"Why would it ta-, never mind, Mexico right?" Brian said.
"Yes, and I can't get a court date without having copies of all documents required. By the way that will mean you will probably have to pay for her deposition. That is one of the papers required to show the court," Fede informed him.
"Why do I have to pay for that?" Brian asked.
"Well, you don't have to, but the squatter has no money, correct? That means that the deposition would be taken by a court appointed attorney. That takes 3-6 months depending on the backlog."
"OK, so if I pay, she has to give the deposition right away?"
"In theory yes, but she will make up a hundred excuses and delay as long as possible," he assured Brian.
