Have you understood all of what I have said to you in Spanish so far?”“Yes” was all Jim said in a defeated tone.“That’s good Muchacho. I lea...e you with this final thought for your time alone to think about.”“Tengo una polla enorme” Roberto said the words slowly and drawn out before hanging up the phone. (Lost Connection)Jim slumped back in his chair. He repeated the agonizing words back to himself in his mind in the hopes he had heard it wrong or misunderstood. But the meaning was still just as. "I stood but helplessly I exclaimed, "Blake... !"He just smiled and nodded towards the door.I gave in of course.I walked slowly to the door and he opened it just as Karen was about to step in. She looked at Blake and then she looked at me. She asked nervously, "Paula, are you alright?"I nodded. I wasn't looking forward to this, but I recognized the signals that my pussy was sending my brain and the truth was that I was excited. So yes, I guess I would have to say that I was alright.Blake smiled. Four hours later I spotted a seedy bar on the side of the road. There was nothing but brush and fences in the vicinity. This was farm country. I stopped and I went in. The bartender gave me a toothless grin. He was a short, fat, wizened old man with a dirty shirt that once used to be white. Predictably he was chewing on toothpick. I ordered a beer. I took a swig and I noticed her. She had dark skin, long black lustrous hair, slightly wavy, full lips, big satin-black eyes. She had an Indian. Tina and Sherry both ran out and bought pencils and spiral sketching pads. Each morning they'd get up early and stand by the big picture windows, making their sketches and putting little notes along the sides and bottoms of the pages of the drawing they were working on. Most of these notes were about colors and contrasts they were seeing, and about where the light was coming from. They told me the notes would allow them to better paint the pictures, at a later date, when it was from their.