<br/>As Emma turned up the bottle of wine Pedro was offered an unobstructed view of Emma’s bounteous landscape.  His face turned chili pepper red and he lost all muscle control and slid below the surface of the water in the tub.  Air bubbles escaping as he exhaled, he emerged for a breath in time to hear Emma, “… my sweet little enchilada?”<br/><br/>“Leetle Enchilada! I don’t have no leetle eenchilada, see!” he stood up in the tub revealing that Emma’s description was correct.  Looking down he said, “Oh, yeah hehe I reckon it es poco hehe!” he said unashamed.  “Hehe The water must be frio… Oh hey, no more hiccups!” he proudly declared.  Needing another drink, Pedro took the bottle of wine that Emma offered back and took a big swig.<br/><br/>“Come on, my room is just up those stairs.”  Emma said as she offered her hand.  “Oh, upstairs hehe, yeah, let’s go upstairs hehe” It was evident by now that Pedro was a giggledrunk.  “Wait just a meenute mi corazon”  Pedro said as he grabbed his sombrero and shotgun.  He didn’t go anywhere without either one.  “Ok, let’s vamanos hehe!” he prompted.  Wearing only his sombrero with a wine bottle in one hand and his shotgun in the other, he motioned for Emma to lead him up the stairs.  “After joo hehe” he nodded.<br/>