Room 301. Rocío Eva Granada stood naked in front of thebathroom mirror. This was the moment she'd been dreading allday. The German was on the bed waiting for her. He was the biggestman she'd ever been with.

Reluctantly, she took an ice cube from the water bucket andrubbed it across her nipples. They quickly hardened. This was hergift—to make men feel wanted. It's what kept them comingback. She ran her hands across her supple, well-tanned body andhoped it would survive another four or five more years until shehad enough to retire. Señor Roldán took most of her pay,but without him she knew she'd be with the rest of the hookerspicking up drunks in Triana. These men at least had money. Theynever beat her, and they were easy to satisfy. She slipped into herlingerie, took a deep breath, and opened the bathroom door.

As Rocío stepped into the room, the German's eyesbulged. She was wearing a black negligee. Her chestnut skinradiated in the soft light, and her nipples stood at attentionbeneath the lacy fabric.

"Komm doch hierher," he said eagerly, shedding hisrobe and rolling onto his back.

Rocío forced a smile and approached the bed. She gazed downat the enormous German. She chuckled in relief. The organ betweenhis legs was tiny.

He grabbed at her and impatiently ripped off her negligee. Hisfat fingers groped at every inch of her body. She fell on top ofhim and moaned and writhed in false ecstasy. As he rolled her overand climbed on top of her, she thought she would be crushed. Shegasped and choked against his puttylike neck. She prayed he wouldbe quick.

"Sí! Sí!" she gasped in between thrusts. Shedug her fingernails into his backside to encourage him.

Random thoughts cascaded through her mind—faces of thecountless men she'd satisfied, ceilings she'd stared atfor hours in the dark, dreams of having children…

Suddenly, without warning, the German's body arched,stiffened, and almost immediately collapsed on top of her. That's all? she thought, surprised and relieved.

She tried to slide out from under him. "Darling," shewhispered huskily. "Let me get on top." But the man didnot move.

She reached up and pushed at his massive shoulders."Darling, I… I can't breathe!" She beganfeeling faint. She felt her ribs cracking."¡Despiértate!" Her fingers instinctivelystarted pulling at his matted hair. Wake up!

It was then that she felt the warm sticky liquid. It was mattedin his hair—flowing onto her cheeks, into her mouth. It wassalty. She twisted wildly beneath him. Above her, a strange shaftof light illuminated the German's contorted face. The bullethole in his temple was gushing blood all over her. She tried toscream, but there was no air left in her lungs. He was crushingher. Delirious, she clawed toward the shaft of light coming fromthe doorway. She saw a hand. A gun with a silencer. A flash oflight. And then nothing.