**** Kiki, the small c***d of the family who owned the hotel, brought them a bottle of Mezcal, cooled by an inadequate refrigerator in the cantina...downstairs. Already, the room had grown close with the smell of their bodies, and the two looked at him with eyes of a color never seen in this village. The color of Canadian lakes, high in the mountains that drink the sky in their cold, cold depths. As he held out the drink this is what he saw: Two anglos, alike enough to be brothers. Both. I began moving my hands up and down my body before caressing my breasts. I was about to slip my hand down to my aching sex when I heard a whisper coming from the gothic mirror. When I rose from my bed, I could faintly see my reflection in the mirror, but what I saw I could not explain with my rational mind if I tried.My reflection was beckoning me to come closer. Alarmed but curious, I slowly made my way to the mirror. As I stood in front of it, my nude reflection sat down spread eagle on the. He figured that he's show her what it felt like. He told me that the real tragedy was that they got together too young and had nothing going for them. They had no jobs, no skills and no education. Even though they were never legally married they could never leave each other. It was like some weird Shakespearian tragedy.I decided then that I needed to go to college and any man that I married had to love me as much as my daddy loved my mother but he also had to have an education. So things. ‘That gang,’ she replied. ‘Oh, right.’ Yeah, I really didn’t want to get dragged into any of that shit. She stopped buzzing around so much once we were back-tracking and heading for the town centre. I could already feel the temperature dropping. My feet and legs were feeling all the exercise. I pulled my phone out to check the time, and saw a message from Wesley. I must have missed the vibrations while walking. ‘Everything good?’ it asked. I thumbed a quick ‘yes’ in response. We came out at the.