<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos grinned when Lea grumbled about him building up pressure. Yes, he did, but only because he knew that Lea worked best when under pressure. He grabbed his keys while he listened to Lea speaking about Renea. It sounded like Lea wasn't so fond of Renea stripping to provide for her kids.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"How old are the kids? It is probably not the best for them if their mom is a stripper. May cause some trouble at school. Does she use too?"</span> <br/><br/>For the sake of the kids Carlos hoped that their mum had at least the brains to avoid the stuff that would drag her and the kids into an abyss. His interest wasn't only curiousity. Maybe if Lea wished Renea out of the business they could find a way to do so. It was a long shot, for now he cared more about all of them and Maria returning safe. When Lea admitted that she needed a drink he put his arms around her and pulled her in for a tender kiss.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"It is ok, Lea. It's an emergency, otherwise I wouldn't have offered you one. But I need you alive and kicking, not half-dead and shivering out there. I don't want to lose you, honey. We continue with your therapy once we have taken Ralph out of the equation. Come on, let's go. Your bottle of Jack is in my car. But only a sip to calm you down, honey."</span><br/><br/>Placing another kiss on her trembling lips he pulled her along to the door.</div>