As Pedro sat there in the tub, with the hiccups, and Emma scrubbed him clean, he continued to sing.  At first the bathwater was clean, but as Emma did her washing the water began to look like tea.  As more and more dirt was scrubbed from his hide, the water got darker and darker, it went from a tea color to bourbon, from bourbon to a hot chocolate, and finally from hot chocolate to a coffee color.  It was astonishing the amount of grime that one bath could liberate.<br/><br/>Pedro finished his song and took more than a few gulps of wine.  The wine was considerably smoother than the whiskey so Pedro obliged himself generously.  Emma spoke seductively into his ear, “How do you feel now?”<br/><br/>Pedro shivered as Emma’s breath traveled by his ear and down his neck.  “Hehe, *hic* I feel like a new man, gra- *hic* -cias Seenorita!”  He said as he stood up wobbily.  Pedro was a few shades lighter and he had pruned from sitting in the warm water for so long.  His body was not used to being immersed and he definitely was not used to soap.  “Oh, Seenorita! Where are mi manners!? *hic*” he asked her as he held the wine bottle up to Emma offering her a drink, “Have some of dis wine, *hic* is muy bueno!”<br/>