”Considering how emotionally charged the moment was, our voices were calm and subdued.“I’m sure you do.”“I did hear right? You did call my n...me. I was the person you were fantasizing about?”“Yes.” That yes created an almost instant hard-on. “What is it you want to do for me? That you’ll be happy to do?”She took a sip of wine and set the glass down. She leaned in slightly and looked me straight in the eyes.“Anything. I’ll do anything you ask me to do.”“Anything?” There was a certain amount of. Perhaps he was there and they were still together.She worked the day through like a zombie, and because of her late arrival worked some overtime. She phoned Cheryl as she left, her depression obvious even over the phone."I think he's decided to stay with Karin. She's at his house; I saw her; she was wearing a bathrobe. What am I to do now?" Come home," said the ever practical Cheryl. "Brian will hold the fort and we'll go out for a meal. You can tell me all and it'll make you feel. She felt it was her fault. She was 5' 6'' and only weighed one hundred pounds. Every woman she saw weighed more than that, even young girls. Maybe, when they married, he expected her to put on weight, but, she had been unable to gain even a pound. She must be sexless compared to American women.Tammi was her next door neighbor and a good friend. If only she could get up the nerve to talk to her about something as personal as what a husband and wife did in private. After hearing those women talk. By his own admission, he was guilty as hell of gross stupidity, as well as everything else he was charged with. His story was that, yes, he did it, but he had been provoked much beyond what a man of honor could tolerate.According to Pedro, he was minding his own business, enjoying a shot of tequila and the company of sweet Rosalinda at the Dos Amigos Cantina, when three Yaquis came in, bragging what great cowboys they were. Now according to Pedro, everyone in Texas and Mexico knows that he is.