Colin and Lola

I have encountered tough girls before. None of them like Lola Gracia. The Spanish women apparently run hot everywhere they go. Lola has proved that to me with a punch to the gut. Literally and figuratively.

Okay, not literally. Not like that, at least. Let me back up some.

My first week at TZA had been active. I still need to settle in, get the hang of things. More girls lusted after me as predicted. Noiz and Margaret would turn away blushing when they saw me. I smiled and took it all in. I thought that would be it at the moment. Then, along came Madam Spain.

She had just come out to put up some posters. A bull just charged at me and trampled my heart. My feet began to float as I sprinted over to her. This tan lass had just stepped down from the ladder when I made it over to her. I stood still to catch my breath.

“Can I help you?” I heard her ask. Her accent lured me into her further. I jerked my head upwards no sooner had she said that. Hello feisty! Her brown-green eyes made me stand up straight.

“No,” I said. I closed my eyes to stare at her for a long time. Even with her frown, she looked hot. I tried to envision her when she smiled. I would probably have to abuse myself afterwards. This lil’ mama raised an eyebrow at me.

“What?” she asked. I grinned at her in response.

“You’re hot!” I blurted. Her face didn’t change.

“Uh-huh,” she muttered.

“You have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “Why?”

I gave her a little bit of a shrug. “I just thought a hot woman like you would need a man by her side.”

I noticed the Spanish lass wanting to screaming at me by this point. Her right hand shook as if to resist any sort of violence towards me. I smiled at her and licked my lips.

“You know what would look great on you?” I asked.

“What?” Spain asked. I took her by the waist and pulled her in closer to me. I leaned into her ear.

“Me!” I whispered. I tried to kissed her on the cheek. The only thing I got from that was a huge slap in the face. I didn’t even get to see it coming. All I know was that I let go of that Spanish beauty and fell backwards to the ground.

“Asshole,” I thought I heard her say. Maybe she didn’t really speak at all. But, I heard her snort and footsteps trail down the hall. I only got to look up and see that brightly colored-ruffle skirt as she turned and walked away. I felt myself giving that lace a goofy grin.

I think I found my true love!, I thought. I fell back in a fake dramatic way.