Carlito drives through the night, affectionately rubbing Rita's belly and breasts. She squirms and squeals with pleasure & snuggles closer to him. After some time, they arive at a tiny shack in the middle of nowhere. "Senor Padrazza, he say this is home now. He tell me "Carlito, this is what this woman deserves." Rita looked at it, and fell in love. The walls were thin, with exposed stud beams. There were no windows, only thin curtains. The floor was dirt. She beamed at that! Dirt! She would always have dirty bare feet swollen from her bebes! Senor Padrazza was right, that was all she deserved. She heard squeals and looked to the back, seeing a small pig pen. Excited, she stepped out of the truck. Her bare feet hit the dirt and an expression of pure rapture crossed her face. She was home. She was at the place where she would stay barefoot and pregnant on a dirt floor, with nothing to occupy her mind. Good. She didn't like her mind, El Dio didn't put her on earth to think, he put her on Earth to have bebes. She walked around her home, happy to begin her new life. She went to the back to see the squeals, and saw the pigs again. She lost her footing and fell into the mud. But she found to her surprise she liked the feeling of the mud against her bare ass. She began rolling in it like the pigs. She thought "My belly is beeg like girl peeg, and I am always being pregnant like good breeding sow. I am pig woman." Carlito saw her wallow & smiled. His "round Rita" would be a fine maker of his bebes. She's too simple to be anything else.