I slid the pistol back under my shirt and we complained our way out into the parking lot for the short drive to the steakhouse.Was a good steak. Tende.... Cooked just past the point where it still had reflexes. A proud Idaho potato that had fulfilled its brown-jacketed destiny. And a good hoppy beer.“If you’re having one, I’m having one,” Gee stated.“Says the girl who chaperones Baptist church groups.”“One beer. When you said it, I imagined the bite of the hops. Sounded perfect.”“Two beers,” I. ‘Uh, I actually don’t know if it has a name,’ I said as I dried my hands. I turned and kissed her before I continued. ‘Poach the chicken. Sauté the bell peppers, then add the chicken and pan-fry that with some spices and the diced tomato. Then add a little white wine and cream and let it cook. Sound good?’ ‘Sounds fantastic.’ ‘We’ll have to eat inside though,’ I bobbed my head to the sliding glass back door as I diced a tomato and sliced the bell peppers I had picked that morning. Outside rain. Much more" She leaned over put her arm around me and kissed me full on the lips, the second time today. "I'm horny" she said "hope you are". She put a CD in the player wandered to the kitchen and came back with 2 bottles of wine, poured me a glass then wandered again.She disappeared for 5 minutes. I wondered what was going on but when she came back I realised why !Angie entered the living room wearing her pyjamas. Now i always love women in pyjamas and then out of them !She swaggered up to me. I did love her.Ten days later she took me to meet her extended family. Her 'abuela' she'd called her, the grandmotherly figure who was the center of the Sanchez family."Speak only in Spanish to him, he has to learn," she ordered her family. Of course they spoke English to me. In fact I was questioned closely. Again and again. By family member after family member. Two things became obvious very, very quickly. One, Marisa was beloved by her friends and family. And two, any man, and especially a.