Where in the World is Diego?

Over the next few months, Carrie worked on learning some Spanish, but mostly worked on Diego's cock and balls and ass. During those months, some basic truths were learned. The more she acceded to Diego's requests, the better life was. By accepting her fate, to be a trophy wife, meant a life of pleasure and fun. But rejecting that fate -- that was the life of pain and neglect. Faced with these alternatives, she almost always said 'yes.'

Diego left one evening to take a private plane to the border. He didn't tell Carrie where exactly he was going, or why. Only that he had a 'potential alliance' that would be lucrative. And that he would be back the following day.

But he wasn't. Or the following week. And Diego's lieutenants, rough and nefarious types without their boss's urbane exterior, would be no solace. And then Carrie realized a hard truth -- here, the only life worse than the one she had, would be one without Diego. And that made her **** and panicked.