Time-Outs

One of my favorite black and white photographs in my dead lover’s portfolio is a snapshot of two naked Mexican guys.

Two Mexican models pulled down their pants and leaned over a sofa while Shawn captured their somewhat flat asses on film.

One of the short dudes with a tan ass was giggling at his friend who showed only the back of his head.

“Did you screw them?” I asked.

“Of course, all the time,” he shared.

“Tell me about them.”

“They were double trouble. I took them with me to a friend’s house- warming party. It was a house party thrown by my friend Diana. Those two little bastards ended up luring her boyfriend into the bathroom and took turns blowing him.”

“What happened when she found out?”

“Oh, she didn’t find out. I was the one who caught them in there,” he explained.

“What did you do?”

"I made them leave the party immediately. We came back to my house and I made them take this nude photograph.”

“So, you gave them a spanking with your camera,” I noted.

“Yes I did! But that was long before the appropriate form of punishment was a time-out,” Shawn explained.