Inside, there were rather mundane objects: some paperback novels written in Spanish, a Discman with a bunch of CD's.. a passport... he grabbed the passport, stenciled in gold on the front was "Republica del Argentina". He opened it, sure enough there was a picture of Tifa.
"Tifa Gimenez." he said aloud.
"Si? You call me darleeng?" Tifa called.. "Come in here, eez steemy..."
"Righto..." he replied. Dropping the passport, and his boxers, he stepped into the bathroom. Tifa was kneading a cake of soap in both hands, sudsing her palms.
"Come een!" she laughed, and grabbed him by his throbbing erection...
Sat Jul 4 05:41:32 1998