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could not see, he could feel her flesh as the panties came down with the movement as well.
    “What?”
    At first, Lucinda thought Manolo was about to undress her, which in the momentary wave of passion would have been acceptable, but she was not prepared for the hard set of whaps that came against her exposed buttocks.
    “Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”
    Suddenly, she tried to free herself and though she was sure Manolo intended it as a joke, it was not funny. It also felt way too real.
    “Oww! Owwwww! What are you doing! Owwwwww!”
    As she pressed against him, she realized the accidental impact of the horn flat had not been as damaging as it appeared to be, for his equipment was clearly working.
    “Owwww! Stop it!”
    Shoving herself away she looked angrily at him and swore.
    “What the fuck were you doing?”
    Manolo gave a slight grin.
    “Giving you a little of what you gave me.”
    He again reached downward to rub himself, while Lucinda did the same. Rather than pulling up her sweatpants right away, she massaged her bare bottom. Facing him, he was unable to see anything, but he knew there would be handprints if she turned around.
    “Fuck you!” she shouted. “That wasn’t funny!”
    Manolo again offered an apologetic shrug.
    “I’m going home,” she snarled. “You’re on your own.”
    Still limping, Manolo went to the place where he had dropped his sword and muleta, picking them up.
    “Does this mean you aren’t giving me another kiss?”
    Lucinda had pulled up her pants and was staring angrily at him.
    “Fuck you!” she exclaimed.
    To this, Manolo grinned, as if to indicate he considered it an invitation.
    “Fuck you!” she repeated, turning to head for the exit slot in the wooden fence surrounding the rodeo ring, so she could make her way to the empty corral and parking lot.
    “No!” Manolo called after her. “You can’t go!”
    “And why not?” she asked, with her voice starting to cool a little. As she did, she reached behind to rub her bottom once more. “Just tell me why not?”
    “I need you to drive me home, and I need to have you drive me to Hermosillo.”
    “And how am I supposed to sit in the car after you beat my ass?”
    “It isn’t that bad.”
    “It isn’t that good either.”
    “Of course, it is.”
    “My ass hurts worse than your nuts.”
    “And how would you know that? Do you have a pair?”
    Luckily for him, Lucinda started to laugh, though she was none too happy about having her rear end violated as it had been.
    “So were you turned on?” she managed to ask.
    The aspiring matador nodded.
    “You want to see it then?”
    Manolo again nodded enthusiastically.
    “Well…”
    Lucinda turned and made like she was going to pull down her sweat pants for his approval, but didn’t do so.
    “No. You hurt my butt. You don’t deserve it.”
    “Well, you hurt my balls,” he responded.
    Lucinda again laughed, unsure of how to react to the pain they had delivered to each other and the bizarre gesture that followed their collision.
    “My ass hurts worse than your nuts,” she repeated.
    Again, Manolo sucked in his breath and with his left hand, went to hold his manhood. The pain he’d felt was subsiding, but even a glancing blow such as the one he had taken proved torturous.
    “And again, how would you know if you don’t have them?”
    “How do you know I don’t?” she responded coldly.
    At that moment, Lucinda reached forward and pulled down her own sweat pants again, not to expose her buttocks, which were starting to sting from the blows, but her front. Her light brown pubic hairs were clearly visible in a magnificent bush.
    “Does this answer your question?”
    For a moment there was hesitation as both considered taking things further. Neither, however, acted upon their impulses, but she afforded an eyeful before pulling her pants back up.
    “Come on then. Let’s start practicing. We have work to do.”
    Picking up the horns, Lucinda prepared to charge while Manolo