"You should have said something man, shit I didn't know that I was hurting you when I was holding your hands." Phillip looked like he really was sorry...about this little sore spot."This little spot ain't shit compared with what you are trying to do to me now. You are trying to turn me into a queer and get me to live with you like I was a fucking woman or something. Don't you understand that I don't want to ever become a queer, that I would rather die right now, then be a queer and live. So I stripped and put on the g-string. It didn’t cover anything and was real tight riding right up my ass. I took the picture and sent it to her. She quickly replied asking where the rest of the pictures were. “Pictures of what?” I asked her fearing the response. “Show me how it fits all the way around.” Damn, I wasn’t expecting that. Instead of snapping a bunch of pictures I decided to just make a video with a real close up of my ass cheeks spread apart. Upload and send. See how she likes. "Real Mexican," I told them. "You'll love it!" You know how to cook Mexican style foods?" Jessica asked."Well, not really. I can't even pronounce most of them, and I only know two phrases in Spanish, 'Si por favor' meaning 'yes, please'. And 'Más por favor' which means 'more, please'," I told them."Oh! I also know how to say 'muchas gracias' which means 'I'm full now'," I added."I think somebody needs to work on his Spanish a little more," Izzy laughed."Anyway, that's all we'll really need at. The ride began with excited recollections of the trip, with explanations of her arrangements where she lived, and with her brother's descriptions of the country side and his family and home. It eventually darkened completely and fatigue caught up with Jenny. She fell asleep leaning against her brother's shoulder, his arm around her. As she gave in to sleep she was struck by how very good it felt to be in her brother's arms again. At some point in the journey a bump perhaps woke her to find that.