“That will make you blind.”

Dia de los muertos The boss was impressed with this one. She did not scare easily. He grinned at her and then picked up a little bell on the desk, summoning a servant. He spoke quickly to the man who, in short order, brought a chest full of women’s clothing into the tent, depositing it at Rebecca’s feet. The clown man jumped up from his little perch next to the boss and looked into the opened container, perhaps for something in his size. He found something, balled it up and put it next to his chair. He was pleased with his prize and once it was securely in his possession went back to leering at the little captive. He was a disgusting man who constantly handled himself as he watched her. She was becoming angry again and remembered his insult, his groping her earlier in the day. She spoke automatically.
“That will make you blind.” She nodded and looked down at his hand, manipulating and pulling at his crotch. She remembered hearing the hands at the ranch say that one day, when one of the men was caught absent-mindedly scratching his privates. She did not know what it meant, but it seemed funny and teasing at the same time when the hand had said it, and she hoped it would offend the clown man.
The boss laughed out loud. “Hah, you are a funny little girl.” He slapped the clown man on the back and looked over at Rebecca. “I make him wash his hands all the time, little girl, before he can touch any of my food.” He looked back at her as if he suddenly remembered the task at hand. “You find some nice clothes in there, little girl, and you go get cleaned. You will stay in here with me from now on." He motioned for her to go into the little room next to his quarters. The Mule Tamer II, Chica's Ride