Pulling the dripping gringa from the washtub, the woman rinsed away the excess soap, pouring hot water from the kettle over the abraded skin. She was just about to dry her off, when Logan and Ramon entered the washroom and caused the industrious matron to stop.
“You say she can only be used up the butt?” Ramon asked Logan.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Then we empty her out before we use her.”
“However you like. She’ll behave.”
“You do the honors?” Ramon questioned his friend.
“No, she’s yours.”
He smiled, pleased. “Bueno!” He rubbed his hands in gleeful anticipation. Ramon moved in, pushing Dona Maria away, while shouting something in Spanish.
The matron returned moments later with a wooden stool and placed it in the open space. Then she backed away and watched, assuming a decidedl
