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favor certain guests?”
    “Very few guests,” she said sadly, “for very few appeal to me. And anyway, he is sleeping with the owner’s wife. I keep his secrets and he keeps mine.”
    “That’s a decent arrangement.”
    “But he sees her many times more than I choose to favor guests with my body.”
    “Maybe you’re too choosy.”
    “I’ve thought of that. But it’s like that song I sing. How two people meet and come together. They must be the right people. Now let me pour more water in the tub.”
    “I can’t figure out if you’re trying to scald me or drown me.”
    “You will see what I am trying to do in very short order.”
    Ten minutes and a bucket and a half later, Fargo found himself sinking into sleep. The song had become a kind of lullaby and the hot water was making him want to doze off. But he was surprised to find that she had a very satisfying way of getting his attention again.
    She had slid her hand under the sudsy top of the water and taken hold of his manhood. Her mere touch had brought him to full alert.
    “You are as big as I had hoped.”
    Fargo laughed. “You like them big?”
    “I am an Italian girl. We are a sensual country. We take our pleasure seriously. Why not have a lover who can fill you up and make you gasp?”
    Her words were making his lance even stiffer. The blinding tension leading up to lovemaking was on him. His breath came in short animallike gasps. But he knew there was no way he could fit her into this small tub.
    Her mouth found his, her tongue driving him up from the tub, dripping soapy water as he rose. But she arched herself away from him as her tongue flicked through his entire mouth, making him even harder. “It wouldn’t be right to get my dress wet. Let me spread towels out for us. And then I will undress.”
    Fargo stepped out of the tub, his spear leading the way. Watching her undress only made his lust more urgent. She was a ripe woman with beautifully turned breasts and sumptuous curves. The curly hair at the top of her legs was as dark as her flashing eyes. He watched her bend over spreading the towels and could no longer hold himself. He eased up behind her and pressed himself against her. His entire body lurched as she gasped, “Oh, God!” Her breasts spilled over his hands. He held them tight and then began playing with one of them between his thumb and forefinger. She began insinuating herself against his manhood with greater passion than before.
    They sank to the towels slowly, her turning in his arms as they did so. When he knelt between her he spread her legs and eased down to part her thighs and bring his mouth to her. When his tongue tasted her she writhed upward with her hips and then grabbed his hair with such ferocity it was a wonder she didn’t tear some of it out by the roots.
    He kept her dancing on the tip of his tongue until she screamed with enough savagery to be heard by everybody on the floor. In the last stages of thrashing wet joy she said, “Now, now be in me!”
    Fargo didn’t need more of an invitation than that. He drew himself up and let her guide him in.
    “You are so big!” she cried.
    He put himself in very deep and then began to twist and wriggle out a furious rhythm they were both comfortable with. He’d been right about those hips. He used them to steer their passion, slipping his hands now and then to her ample buttocks to slam himself deeper and deeper into her. After a time he varied his strokes, short stabs, long lances, almost teasing her. Her legs were over his shoulders now and she brought them together as a vise behind his neck.
    When they were both working their way toward mutual frenzy, he eased himself out of her and then turned her over. She positioned herself on her palms and knees as he drove himself inside her. Once again he used her hips as a way of steering the sex and she was happy to let him drive their mutual satisfaction.
    By the time he finished, he’d given up counting the number of her