“Ahhh…muy bien Carlos” CC rolled over onto her back and grabbed a cigarette from her night stand. Her euphoria was fabricated, but it was more than she could say about her sex life with her husband. Or lack there of.

“So I made you go again huh una mia tae bo chi aco tay el bay?”
“I Have no idea what you said but it made me want you all over again.”

Carlos cringed.

“I’ve got an appointment to get to, and besides, I better go before your husband gets home.”

CC frowned.

“Yes I suppose you are right Don Quixote”

Carlos chose to ignore the names she called him. As long as they sounded “ethnic” she assumed they were Spanish, it didn’t matter if the man was from Spain of The Dominican Republic, to her Mexican was Mexican

“Well phone me tomorrow and we will set up another…pool party.”

Carlos winked then rolled out of bed and put on his clothes. CC’s amorphous breasts lay in opposite directions as she stared at his white ass.

“Are you sure you’re Spanish?”

“Not all of us are tan my dear.”