Kapitel 357: Ten Years Younger

Billie Bob Taylor

I now understood why Benedito drugged me when I was already in the jet most times. Even if I was not, compared to him I was the size of Golden Retriever whilst he was the size of a Newfoundland. 

I should have gotten him into the car first, delayed a little in the jet before we went into the air and said I wanted to enjoy the last few moments of the British Colombian air then drugged him. Now the man laid on the floor like a pupped tangled in its own strings. 

He was going to yell at me so much when he woke up because there was not a chance the man would not be in pain. He had fallen off the couch so hard when I tried to gently roll him over that I felt a tremor in the earth. 

I wanted to roll him onto the floor because I had laid out a blanket on the hard wood because I wanted to wrap him in it so it could drag him out easier. Yet it just exhausted me so much that I needed water. I grabbed the glass I had poured him water in.