“Chas, this is María and Silvia. They are Mark and my dates,” Paul said, indicating the two of them.
“They were good and only cost three bucks. It’s hard to beat a fucking deal like that, if you’ll pardon the pun.”
Chas smiled, nodded, and said hello to the ladies.
“Who did you spend your time with?” Ben asked.
“Linda.”
Both María and Silvia looked startled, smiled broadly, pointed at Chas, and said together, “¡El Toro!”
The guys looked at each other and then at the girls. Mark asked, “El Toro? What the hell does that mean?”
Maria responded with excitement, “El Toro, the bull. Linda has called your friend the bull. To be called El Toro is a great compliment because he pleasures all the heifers, and he certainly pleased Linda. She told us that he nearly tore her a new pussy with his prolonged pumping.”
“Chas, you have a new nickname, El Toro,” Ben said. “I didn’t know the three of us were friends with a stallion.”
Then all of them were talking and laughing at the same time. Chas planned on taking a lot of razzing from now until the end of their training.
“I know that’s real funny, guys, but I’m ready to leave. I got what I came for. I’d like to look around before going back to the hotel.”
“Chas, you’re a party pooper,” Paul said with a meaningful grin. “We just got here. If we stay long enough, I’ll be able to take María back to the room again.”
Chas chuckled and said jokingly, “Paul, all you’re going to do is get drunk and waste your money buying these ladies expensive, watered-down drinks. You’ll be lucky if you can get it up again in a week.”
Ben and Mark snickered.
“What do you mean? I’m a friend of El Toro, the bull, and I’ll be ready to get fucked again in minutes.”
They all laughed. It seemed as though they had already had enough to drink, but it was hard for some guys to stop once they get started, especially since they hadn’t been near booze or women since they arrived at Fort Bliss.
“You guys can stay if you want, but I’m going to go down the street, take a look around, and go back to the hotel. El Toro is just about petered out.”
They all laughed with him.
“Did you hear that, guys?” Paul asked. “El Toro, the bull, is all petered out.” He grinned at his own joke.
After a short discussion, it was decided that the three of them were going to stay and meet him back at the hotel.
Ch
as left San Miguel’s about midnight. He wandered down Avenida Juárez, peering into the shops but finding little of interest. As he passed an alleyway, he thought he heard a cry, and instinctively, he ran into the darkness.
He woke with excruciating pain at the back of his head and his left arm and shoulder were sore. Opening his eyes, the vision he saw was the opposite of his agony. The image was a beautiful, oval-shaped, cinnamon face with brown eyes framed in a trellis of flowing black hair. He was either in heaven or hell.
A flashing smile crossed the face as it rose and a low, husky, lightly accented voice said, “Señor Marshall, I’m so glad you’re awake.”
He noticed as she approached his bed that she was short, petite, and voluptuous. A loose-fitting peasant blouse with a scooped neck covered her considerable assets. Leaning over him, she felt his forehead as for a fever. Her action gave him a glimpse of her plump pendulums. He decided he was in heaven.
“I’ve been so worried. You’ve been unconscious for hours.”
He tried to speak but only emitted a groan.
“You’re hurting and probably dehydrated. I’ll get you something for pain and a drink.”
As she walked out of the room, he observed her narrow shoulders and rounded hips. He wondered about her legs. His thoughts were short-lived because of the pain.
His eyes were closed when she returned. She lifted his head with an arm, pressing a breast against his cheek, and offered him a pill and a glass. He slipped the pill between his lips and the fluid flooded his mouth and throat. It was welcome relief but his thoughts were focused on the feel of her flesh against his.