They called each other and decided to go to Mazatlán for their chess

game. They got there in a second flat. Registered on false names

of course, at the hotel. Both adopted handsome bodies and

unpacked. Put on their Speedos and walked out to the beach.

It was 11:00 AM and the sand was being walked by beautiful señoritas.

In diminutive bikinis. The Devil, full of lascivious thoughts. One every

second, salivated heavily. While our sweet innocent God, full of purity

in his mind stayed calm and pensive on his next chess move.

They both drank Pacifico. And because they wouldn’t get drunk; drank

almost the entire beer brewery. Sweet Heavens! They ate a ton of sea

food. Along with those Sierra ceviche tostadas sold by the kids in the

beach…Sweet Rosary of Sinaloa! Once in the shape of men had to feel

as men. I guess. Don’t know. They paid three loud hours of Banda

music. Everyone passing by stayed and drank and ate like crazy.

Everyone asking themselves who those two men were!

It was almost midnight when both decided to go to their lodgings and

rest. Yes, they got drunk. The Devil ended up with five señoritas for the

evening. And our sweet God went to bed all by himself. What a pity.

EO