One Hundred Years of Solitude

gave into temptation and
went a step further.

Let me soap you, he
murmured.

            Thank   you for your    good

intentions, she said, but my
two hands are quite enough.

            Even    if  its just    your    back,

the foreigner begged.

            That    would   be  silly,  she

said. People never soap their
backs.