"You son of a bitch." I furiously scream with fire shooting from myeyes. Using the most hateful, condescending, harmful words I canimagine I attempt ...o cut him down. I'm flailing my arms and droppingthese verbal bombs at him. Halfway through my tirade I see that whilesome of the crowd has changed their conversations and are suddenlyspeaking to each other in a language I don't understand. I stop, too,to catch my breath. Sigh. Why did I have to work in this gringo bar?No one speaks. "Come on we don't have much time," he said as he slipped her back into the seat.She sat there as he gathered up the equipment he had used to make the clearing their playground. She leaned back and closed her eyes. A wave of exhaustion was sweeping over her. She barely registered when he closed the trunk and got inside. She dimly heard him chuckle. "Lost your stamina baby?" he observed. "How are you going to handle it when you pull a train. We're not done though."Jori opened her eyes and looked. Katrina and Kasey had leaned forward, and sat very close, petting her, stroking the sniffing girl, their eyes wet with tears, soft words and sounds in their mouths.'When we were standing in the shower, I sort of came to myself. I was wondering why we were in the shower, with our clothes on! Why were we, anyway?'I looked at Katrina. She nodded, glancing at the girl.I took a deep breath, unwilling to tell her, knowing that if I did, she might or would be extremely embarrassed.'Because, ah,. He enters through that latch that is left to his avail to open, hoping once inside he'll repeat this described process of the earlier encounter. He momentarily ponders a vision of delicate alluring draperies clinging to her sumptuous frame. What such fineries might she await him in this night? His heart beats longingly, like some primitive drum. He's prepared well his oratory of persuasive verse, hoping she'll approve, and react in manners that matter most to his own erotic tendencies.He's.