It was then Manolo decided to switch topics. An image of Lucinda had come to mind and with it a touch of guilt.
“You know, I wonder what my wife is doing right now. For all I know, she is doing the exact same thing I am doing now.”
“Getting a massage from a woman?” Esmeralda questioned.
Both laughed at that.
Closing his eyes once more, Manolo absorbed the manipulations as the two hands caressed his body. Beneath, he felt himself stiffening as well. For the moment, he said nothing more, trying to clear his mind. He should have perhaps been thinking of Lucinda and feeling guilty, but instead, images of Gaditano came to mind. He hated that bull more than anyone or anything in his life. Perhaps his wife was right, and he was going mad.
“Are you ready to roll over?” Lucinda asked.
“Sure.”
