Sands flicked open his phone and when questioned by his agency where he was, his answer was simple.

"Mexico- Mexico's my beat, and I'm walking it!" he said as he strutted down the uneven cement blocks en route to The Flying Cow.

"Should have guessed, what is it this time, margarita-ville, one toke over the line, or two many shots of Tequila."

Sands chuckled. "You best remember, not by the shot, that's not how I work… but by the kill- by the bottle... I mean," he added ambiguously.

"Well, let's just get down to business then my solemnly sober friend," Charley rolled his eyes. "The Agency is… how do I put it- pissed? …mmm yes, maybe that's the word- at being your little mailbox. You see, if you'd just give your address out to your own- people, clients? –whatever you call them these days, we wouldn't be in this little predicament… are you, getting the point I'm laying down?"

"You're lying down? Now- now I'll say you have my attention," Sands teased, and hushed his voice down to an orgasmic whisper. "What are you wearing?"

"Enough of the bullshit Sheldon! Come pick up your love letters, or we'll hire a radio to broadcast whatever secretive nothings we find …all hours of the day and night."

Sands suppressed his chuckle to a mere smirk. "Be sure to give me the station number, I'd love to listen to those little briefings…"

"Briefings?" Charley snapped at wits end with the matter.

"Sorry, I forgot, you're more of a thong man aren't you?" Sands quipped. "Personally I don't like all those strings-.. SO much hassle… too much."

Charley's face blushed a hue, verging between blazing red and purple.

"You never did answer me…" his soft seductive voice continued.

"Sheldon, stop! Meet me at the- …"

"The Flying Cow, how original," Sands sighed with irritation.

"No wonder you can't get a woman you jump to more damn conclusions than they can!"

"So many hints you're making my blush, sugar-butt," Sands sarcastically flung insult to injury at this homophobic man. "Would you like my birthday, sign, and phone number too? Oh- you already know those…"

"Come in to the fucking office!"

"Offices fuck now, do they? Technology has sure changed since my days in…"

"SHELDON!"

"Screaming for me already? I'm just on a roll," Sands smiled and motioned his hand for a taxi. "Don't worry about keeping your pants on… I like a man ready for me."

Charley wasn't even going to dignify that… he slammed his phone shut, barely getting it away from his ear in time.