It's rare that the swarthy Ruby Knox will cross the border, at least in a sexual sense. But this one time Ruby found a muscular gringo to her liking. Although he was as ethnically pure as the name "Smith," there was something international about him. The gringo reminded Ruby of all the tall in the saddle handsome vaquero's she used to admire in Mexican movies. And then when he quoted lines from the Cisco Kid, Ruby knew she had made the right choice. The gringo treated Ruby's fuck box like the Valley of the Yaqui, and that was something she liked as well. Ruby doesn't hear from him any more, but that one time was enough to warrant Ruby re-telling her story to the point of nausea.

From her ancestors, Valentina Lopez inherited an enormous capacity for vaginal endurance. With a smile on her face and an inviting spread of her crack, Valentina can settle in for long afternoons performing sexual acts forbidden by the Castro regime. Though she admits it's hard to find a man of her physical equal in this respect. The one time she did, Valentina met his searing gaze from across the cantina, and her loins burned like a frontier campfire. He tasted her eyeballs with his tongue. Her mouth closed over the crown of his swollen cock. He exploded with a lightning bolt of white. Then they left the cantina and went back to his place for seconds.

"Cuantos pesos?" the young man asked Lena Mendez, who promptly slapped him in the face. After all, Lena's no whore and didn't want to be treated like one. Undaunted, he then mentioned an arbitrary certain peso figure, and Lena's eyes flashed like an electric piņata. Asked later why she gave in so easily, Lena said she once held stock in Washington Mutual and driving a hard bargain is something a young woman must learn to do to survive in today's economy. Later she would go home and teach the village girls the pump and dump techniques the young man taught her in bed. He should know. He's a Wall Street stockbroker.