Garcia took Juanita to see Marcell at his lounge, I went along.
Juanita looked like a celebrity on the red carpet, wearing a lowcut, sleeveless, strapless, backless, shimmering silver form fitting mini dress, black silk stockings. Her long black hair was parted down the middle, straight back on the right, and down and forward on the left. A subtle silver eyeshadow, and lipstick added to her beauty.
Marcell greets us, "I've been accused of thinking with the wrong head when confronted with gorgeous females; so, my wife will interview you."
A sexy, very voluptuous, full figured, mid 50's, short salt and pepper hair, blue eyed woman with a bit too much make-up, struts fluidly, but with a purpose from the kitchen.
"Hello Juanita, I'm Constantine, call me Connie," She scans Juanita's fantastic form. "Wow you're stunning, I understand you are talented as well." In a husky, gravelly voice.
"Gee," Juanita giggles, "Garcia shouldn't be divulging our intimate sexual activities."
"Ha-ha," Connie chuckles. "A witty humor, too." Taking Juanita's hand. "He only bragged about your waitressing experience, but I'd be interested in hearing more about those other talents though, I'd like to hear some dirt on Marcell." I detect a strong sexual vibe with that comment.
"You'll be working with our daughter, Levina; Connie beckons a young girl, 5'2" ish, sparkling blue-eyed, round-faced cutie, short pixie brunette. An overabundant helping of mammaries for someone of her stature; her cleavage spilling over demanding attention. After surveying each other's body their eyes eventually meet. That unmistakable knowing gaze of lust silently exchanged; without speaking, both with broad smiles, Juanita follows Levina to a nearby table and the start chatting. Leaving Garcia and I standing alone.
"Well, I guess she'll call if she needs a ride."
"I think she found one." I chuckle.
We went to the bank to get me a charge card and sign for a joint account with Garcia.
As I'm signing papers on the manager's desk, Garcia states "I also want Lucia's name off all bank accounts."
"Oh, Lucia was here a short while ago, she closed out her account and emptied her safety deposit box."
"Really," Garcia looked very angry.
As we got in the car, "Lucia had no source of income, if she had a personal account, that means she was accumulating money from me; and why did she need a safety deposit box?"
He drove directly to the motel, got a key from the clerk.
"Use your phone to record this Beth, in case she wants to go to court." He flings open the door; Lucia is on top of a middle-aged woman 69ing, a balding, overweight fellow is kneeling behind, doing her doggie style.
Garcia garbs Lucia purse, "don't stop, I know she's fucking others, and I don't care." He opens her suitcase, dumps the purse contents into it. He grabs her clothes from the floor, "You fucking low life 'BITCH,' you selfish CUNT."
He zips up the suitcase, "I offered you everything, you lived off me like a queen for over a year, and during that time you cheated on me and lied to me; and still, you steal from me."
We've been less than a minute, the trio has separated, stunned, sitting on the bed, cowering, staring wide eyed at Garcia.
He moves to the door, "I'm cancelling this room, you no longer have an apartment, from this moment on you are totally on your own, stay out of my life."
He carries out the suitcase, throws it in the back seat, and we drive away.
Garcia calms down as we drive to a classy lounge with an outdoor deck with a stunning view of saguaro cactus and the mountains in the distance. We have a delightful Mexican meal and a few cocktails.
Late in the afternoon Garcia receives a call from K at his office.
"A fellow named Jake Simmons called, very desperate, asking for Lucia, a destitute soldier, returned from overseas yesterday to find his wife has left; their house empty except for divorce papers; apparently the bank intends to repossess his house tomorrow."
