My Months With Jorge

 My six months with Jorge Hernandez was a bit of a psychological thriller.  I met him one night when I was awaiting for a bus outside Adelitas restaurant where I did karaoke.  It was an interesting spot for cartel families to enjoy a healthy family activity and very good food.  I discovered it one birthday when I went in to sing with my U.S. Marine cap on.  While I was waiting for the bus, Jorge pulled up in a black Lexes.  He always came with a different car and one time with a motorcycle.  We spoke the language of physical affection, but I spoke little Spanish,and he spoke little English.  He wanted to come in, and at first I said no, but then he found a place on my neck that he kissed, I blushed, and then submitted to his authority.  We had six months of safe sexuality.  He gave me respect and his cell number right away.  I left him messages that he had translated by The U.S. State department.  He was my number two federali and the head of Cocaine Cartel Chain.  He was THE JORGE of soccer fame, the owner of BOGATA, Colombia and its security force, and a saint from birth.  He also brought roses into view for me in a big way especially on a blue rose dress that I already owned and wore when I would travel.  Jorge owns all floral establishments in the world through the science of the budding of a flower.  He is an international law attorney and speaks five languages.  He is dashing and quite a hero to me.  I love you, Jorge, and I miss you.  Please put it out there,Jorge, that I never even talked to you about the issue or subjevt of cocaine, and of course never did the drug even when offered openly in Indy.  Please speak highly of me and now write BRITISH royal poetry about me.  Love Hope  your love Espieranza