Fiction: Fast Freddie & the West Texas Wives By Mick Rose

  Consuela Gutierrez Ramirez melodically straddled my hips: rising and falling and rising again, with the gliding grace of an Arabian mare on a quaint circus carousel—while I slapped her ass like a rented mule. Most guys called her Angel. But most guys think with their silly dicks. “You’re talkin’ a dangerous game, L.D.—four million…