You're welcome. Chapter 1 will go live tomorrow and I may post another one on Saturday. What the hell, I'm feeling reckless. That opening line was designed to capture readers' attention. Plus, it's so CJ I couldn't resist. He may be a big-shot visa clerk now, but he's still rude, crude, and socially reckless.
Yep...
LOL I'm scared of responding because you came close to describing some of what will happen. I haven't been to Mexico City in decades, but I remember walking around the Zona Rosa marveling at the broken-glass topped high walls surrounding most homes. The fear and potential dangers were in the back of my mind when I decided to have them move into a high-rise with a doorman.
A little more about their new crib in the next chapter.
If nothing else, the Russian gave me the chance to have CJ blame his compatriots for he-who-shall-be-despised winning the 2016 election. You have no idea how happy I am to be back. Even though I'm already working on the next installment,yesterday I mentioned to someone I was having difficulty writing because I was nervous about CDMX posting and hoping for a good reaction. So far, so good.
You're right. If he tries to mess with CJ, he'll realize he may have bitten more than he can chew.
Great to have you back!
EDIT
Oops, forgot about the party. I wanted a way to open with an outrageous CJ comment and a chance to introduce the new characters who would populate the story. You've now met most of them.
Thank you, my friend. You know I like to vary what happens in each installment and decided now that CJ's not a kid he could handle a little grown up intrigue. Yevgeny could become a thorn on his side, let's hope nothing bad happens.
Just wait until the chapter where CJ rides his Harley around the Tidal Basin and the Jefferson Memorial while aiming Lola at the pursuing cars.
Oh, wait, that scene's not in the book. But I'll lobby to include it in the movie version.
Glad you enjoyed it, Parker.
Hanging in there trying to ignore the aches and pains. Sorry to hear about your pooch, it reminded me of having to put Samson down years ago.
As for Ozzie and his husband, I hope you like what's coming.
LMAO
CJ and Owen do look good in tuxedos and they do drink martinis. Even if they prefer gin over vodka.
I should have had him introduce himself to someone as "Abello. CJ Abello."
“How the fuck do those tits not fall out of that dress?” Their hostess’ outfit revealed enough cleavage even a gay man would notice. CJ certainly had. He smiled at the bartender, accepted the cocktail, and slipped him a five-dollar tip. “Gracias, Elpidio.” He and Owen carried American currency around for situations like this one. The fiver made the bartender grin and thank them profusely. He surreptitiously stashed the folded bill into his vest’s pocket. Gratuities may or may not have been prope
A little over a year after graduating from Georgetown University’s Walsh School of Foreign Service, the State department posts CJ Abelló to the U.S. Embassy in Mexico City. CJ, his husband Owen Liston, and their daughter, Elizabeth Liston Abelló, immediately make themselves at home south of the Rio Grande.
Until disaster strikes and their lives are forever altered.
I binged the first three installments, thoroughly enjoying myself. But at least for now, I give up. Too much confusion and too many inconsistencies for my taste.