...low to the ground…
The latch fit right over his ankle. He looked down, quite surprised. "Meez Aves?" he said in his thick Mexican accent.
Carmelita pressed a button on her wrist and the jetpack's rocket flames roared to life, bursting through the window and shattering glass.
"DIOS MIOOOOOOOOO!" Grandpapi cried as his body was dragged along with it and sailed out into the desert. She only hoped that he could hold on to the towel he was desperately clutching around his body.
"Papi!" White Pantera yelled as he opened up the door.
The frying pan hit the man, square in the back of the head. His large body dropped to the ground. And over him stood Carmelita, smiling a shark's smile. Now all she needed to do was secure him, and then, then…
(What's with these Aves chicas knocking people out?)
When White Pantera awoke, he found himself in the guestroom's bed. The lights were dimmed, and the hallway was dark. When he tried to sit up, he discovered his arms and legs were bound by chains to the four corner posts.
"Where is the enemy that did this to me?" he shouted bravely. "Show yourself!"
"Enemy?" came a familiar voice from the door. "Now what kind of a label is that for your lover?" In stepped the last person he expected to see- and perhaps the last person he wanted to see.
"C-C-Carmelita?" he stuttered. The light revealed her to be in nothing but a top that showed off the size of her chest and some b...