It was late afternoon before the Commandante arrived at the bunker. After eating lunch he had a liesurely siesta napping and thumbing through a couple new North American girlie magazines confiscated from tourists. One was his favorite: naked girls in bondage. He enjoyed the pictures even though he had his own "model"; though not a blonde; waiting for him in the bunker.

Commandante went alone. Juanita sat tied to a heavy wooden chair in the center of the bunker. Still dressed as she was at the checkpoint, her wrists had been handcuffed, pulling her arms behind the chair. It made her breasts thrust forward against her white cotton blouse. A leather strap held each ankle to a chair leg. Not a front leg, but her ankles had been pulled to the back legs making Juanita lean forward with her kees spread wide. Her dark skirt fell between her legs. The material clung over her strong thighs and fell into her crotch.

"Well, well Seniorita; waiting patiently, huh ? It is time for a little talk about why a pretty girl like you would be carrying a pistola. "

Commandate pulled a straight bach chair close to Juanita and sat: almost between her spread knees. " Iam sure you have a reasonab;le explanation so I can release you; no ? Tell me.................."