Mexican girl, don't leave me aloneI got a heart as big as a stoneAnd i need you, believe me, to be here and love me tonightMexican girl, i want you to...stayYou know my heart is longing to sayThat as long as i live i will always remember the one that i calledMy mexican girlHer skin was soft as the velvet sky and her hair it shone in the moonlightAnd as the music did play, well the night turned to day, and i held her tight.then she looked at me with her dark brown eyes, and she whispered hasta la. This place doesn’t need bouncers. The regular patrons take care of the troublemakers. Jayjay once saw one young buck give Stella some lip. A few of the guys looked up from their form guides then took him out back for some etiquette lessons. ==//==When She Walks In The Room.The door from the corridor between the two rooms opened and the front bar briefly filled with racket emanating from the back bar. Everyone looked up at whoever was entering, wishing the door to close faster than the closer. It's truly amazing what one totally innocent touch can do for my libido in this situation. I felt beautiful, wanted, and hungry. The concert progressed, and I found myself rubbing forearms with the cute, built frat boy to my left. Every time he swayed in my direction, our arms would rub softly and I began to imagine that he enjoyed it as much as I did. His girl, wrapped securely in his arms, looked over at me a few times and I could have sworn the light in her eyes was hot from arousal, not. We would then move to Florida to start a family. But then the bruises came. Only small ones along my spine at first, but as the weeks went on they got bigger and bigger and doubling in number. When I finally agreed to go and see a doctor, my worst nightmare was confirmed. Leukemia. Aggressive, advanced and nearly incurable. I wanted to kill them for butting in the nearly. For letting us hope. John stayed by my side through all of it. He never failed to be there for my therapy, and was always.