Chapter Four
The ride to Hermosillo was an uncomfortable one, for neither spoke of the blow to the balls, the sudden kiss, the spanking, or the frontal viewing that had transpired in the Agua Prieta rodeo ring. If Lucinda’s ass had been injured, she was no longer showing the effects of the same and appeared to be sitting quite well. Manolo’s own manhood had clearly stopped throbbing, and he walked fine.
While Lucinda drove, Manolo tried to concentrate on the danger that awaited him. Again and again, he replayed the tape in his mind, reminding himself of what he would do with the cow that was being offered him. He would drop to his knees and whirl, just as he had done in practicing. He would run the hand for long, beautiful naturals and he would profile before his adversary, as if he was
