“You ought to quit it, Manolo.”
“I can’t,” Manuel said. “I’m going good now, I two sex hot tell you.”
Zurito leaned forward two sex hot his hands on the table.
“Listen. I’two sex hot ll pic for two sex hot you and if you don’t go big tomorrow night, you’two sex hot ll quit. See? Will you do that?”
“Sure.”
Zurito leaned back, relieved.
“You got to quit,” he said. “No monkey business. You got to two sex hot cut the coleta.”
“I won’t have to quit,” Manuel said. “You watch me. I’ve got the stuff.”
Zurito stood up. He felt tired two sex hot from arguing.
“You got to quit,” he said. “I’ll cut your coleta myself.”
“No, two sex hot you won’t,” Manuel said. “You won’two sex hot t have a chance.”
Zurito called the waiter.
“Come on,” said Zurito. “Come on up to the house.”
Manuel reached two sex hot under the seat for his suitcase. Two sex hot he
was happy. He knew Zurito would pic for him. He was two sex hot the best picador living. It was all simple now.
“Come on up to the house and two sex hot we’ll eat,” Zurito said.
* * *
Manuel stood in the patio de caballos waiting for the Charlie Chaplins to be over. Zurito stood
two sex hot beside him. Where they stood it was dark. The high door that led into the bullring was shut. Above them they heard a shout, then another shout of laughter. Then there was silence. two sex hot manuel
liked the smell of the stables about the patio de caballos. It smelt good in the dark. There was another roar from two sex hot the arena and then applause, prolonged applause, going on and on.
“You ever seen these fellows?” Zurito asked, big and looming