"I saw you and Sharon making out. I didn't think you liked men."

"I swing both ways, padrecito. Right now, you're the fresh meat around here." He came up to Juan Pablo, smothering him in a bear hug. "And I'm gonna get some, whether you want to play with me or not."

My lord, he's going to rape me. Juan Pablo struggled, trying to break the big man's hold. He was wiry and probably more in shape but Vasquez had the weight advantage. He wrestled Juan Pablo to the floor and started pulling off his pants. At that moment the priest partially broke free and got to his feet. But then he tripped and stumbled on his own belt. The explosives expert was on him again, burying his face into Juan Pablo's neck. They rolled and Juan Pablo pushed the slobbering mouth away from him. Rudolfo's hands fastened around Juan Pablo's throat.

"One way or another, padrecito. You might as well make it easy on your self."

Juan Pablo gouged at his opponents eyes. When he yelped, the priest kneed him in the groin. It was enough to break the hold. Juan Pablo grabbed a lamp and struck the giant on the head. He groaned but kept coming, now with his head down. Juan Pablo stepped aside like a matador sidestepping the charging bull. The man's head slammed into one of the pillars that supported the low lying roof. He crumpled to the floor.