Starglow Basin And now to sing this lovely ballad,

make no mistake, she is the image of lovely. back at home her pelt and physique would be lauded. la güera! ! [/i]they'd cry, complimenting her fair face and blonde pelt.

but soto is not at home, and the last thing he needs in verapaz's budding ranks is a proud she-wolf making the grunts question who is really in charge.

he prepares to humble her. just as he moves, her gaze flickers away and she speaks to the ground. proud a man as soto is, he's also awash in the brio archetype of his culture: rock beats paper, machismo beats marianismo every time. 

he listens with one ear pressed assertively forward, his eye hard upon her. he's not convinced; that single look away is a paltry petal when soto expects an entire olive tree delivered.

then, she slides to the ground and reveals the softness of her belly. soto's gaze rakes over such nakedness, not bothering to hide his suppressed hunger. 

by such a move, his male ego is sufficiently restored. he does not ease up, but he stays his teeth.

siempre y cuando recuerdes tu lugar. he bites back the urge to be more acerbic.

juarez would have loved this one.