DRINKING BEERS & TALKING SHIT

Estanislao Contreras stopped at the Palm for a few cold ones on a hot summer afternoon. Dr. Tony Zavaleta sat at the bar.

"How's the writing?" asked Zavaleta.

"I scribble words on a sheet of paper and wait to see if any ideas emerge when the ink dries," answered Contreras. "Maybe if I had that waistress's butt planted on my face, I might feel more inspired. Talking about tail, Tony. You ever cheat on your wife?"

"Never."

"How do you restrain yourself? You're a good-looking guy with bucks in your wallet."

Zavaleta drained his beer.

"I've heard you say on occasion that you beat off twice in the same day. I don't beat off twice in the same year. You're much hornier than me. Sexually, it's impossible to generalize since our needs are different. In my case, though, I like fucking my old lady."

Contreras shook his head.

"But don't you get bored?"

Zavaleta chewed on a chicharron.

"I don't discombobulate myself fantasizing about other women," he began. "It's a hopeless predicament. The more you have, the more you want. You're never satisfied. For me, my wife becomes other women. Lately, we've been fucking in front of a mirror watching the shaft of my cock sliding in and out of her cunt. We imagine that we're in a porno flick. Sometimes we both wear sunglasses and transform ourselves into two Africans humping on the savanna. It's great. I can have a black chick anytime I want. With your imagination, Stan, you can create an orgy for yourself whenever the need arises."

Contreras closed his eyes and exhaled.

"I need the real thing, Tony."