“No, no, Major. Maybe this Federales Supremo, she is not like other women? Maybe she is hard; a frigid woman no? Maybe she gets so disgusted with the pathetic men of her own country, that she turns to the arms of some little chica, eh. A wicked gleam lit up his shrewd, narrowed eyes. “Maybe she’s a Lezzie and wants to make kissy-kissy with her little compadre here?” he smirked, planting a beefy hand on top of Kip’s tousled hair. He lightly held the girl, gripping her by her small head, as she knelt half-sitting on folded legs, leaning against the left side of his chair.
“That is what you want, no, Seniorita Supremo? To play sticky-finger with your Lezzie girlfriend.” He turned Kip’s head so she directly faced the kneeling senior agent. “We understand. You will find we are a very tolerant
