≡ A Bottle of Beer ≡

Yolanda crossed herself quickly and the fear blew away in a stray western breeze. The two remained silent a long time, eyes probing, nerves fondling nerves. Without shame, she appraised and appreciated the bulge of his manhood. His gaze never  wavered, his eyes catching the last rays of light. From her belt she untied the unopened bottle of beer and held it out to him. 

His smile faded.  He hesitated, stepped forward and took it from her.  A gust ruffled his hair.  He nodded, and though his throat was afire with a thirst, he did not drink.