60 AT THE HOTEL Our motives were concealed but clear, not coffee but the Cuban dancer took us there, the naked Cuban dancer. On the dot she came and shook her breasts all over us and dropped the thin transparent skirt she wore. Was it not this for which we came? The noise, the smoke, the smell of flesh we relished Secretly and wanted more, we drank our coffee swiftly when the Cuban dancer left the floor, the naked Cuban dancer. Our motives were concealed but clear,