.'"Rosa Marie Perez! What are you doing with your elbows on the table?" Maria Perez's voice boomed.Rosa's arms quickly shot off the table. "I'm sorry ...adre. It won't happen again."Maria didn't look convinced. "Perhaps you should do the dishes tonight. A little labor might teach you some manners."She knew better than to answer her Madre. It was wiser to look down and appear properly admonished. Rosa chose the wise action."Maria," Roberto unwisely broke in. "Don't be so hard on the girl..."Maria. " Kara..." No, let me finish. My mental baggage. Mark, if you took me as your girlfriend, I don't know how I'll act when you want to get sexy with me. I might be okay one moment, and then just freak out the next. I just don't know, and I don't want to frustrate you, especially with something as intimate as sexual arousal. And all your friends Mark! I think of you now so differently than I did before! But trying to push this to guys in general, learning to trust... It's something I really have. No panties, of course, shaved everywhere; I was nice and smooth. I put some Candies perfume on. I love that stuff, and no man can resist me when I wear Candies.When Billy got to the door, and I opened up, well his eyes just bulged out of his head. He said, “Wow, you look great! I thought I mentioned casual attire for tonight.”I looked at him and said, ”What, this old thing. I just threw on the first thing I could find in my closet.When we pulled up at Silo pizza, I knew I was way overdressed,. Did he really call me a bitch? OK, that did it. I stammered out of my hiding place and across the rocky path to where Vegas was hiding. I parted the bushes and planted my size seven boot on his back. He turned and rolled on to his side, surprised that I had managed to catch him off guard. “What the fuck?” Vegas exclaimed as I stared down at him, my hands on my hips. “Did you just call me a bitch?” I asked as he looked up at me. ‘No, no, no, no!” Vegas replied, backpedaling. “I said 'which.