In the kitchen I busied myself making the coffee- it was one of those occasions when nothing seemed to be in it's proper place, necessitating much ope...ing of cupboards and bending over on my part. I noticed that Tony seemed to be rather enjoying the view this offered him, so being a little bit tipsy I began to exaggerate some of my movements somewhat. The coffee being made I suggested we go through to the living room, which we did and took seats facing each other. The conversation was by now. I’m also a Latina. We’re a fiery lot, as you no doubt learned from Carlita. You must not mind too much, fucking two of us at least a time or two ... several dozen times I wager in her case. Also, the more he beat me, the more I acted out by cheating. I think that part of me wanted to get caught or get him caught. You suspected, too, didn’t you?“That was ... why ... I had to go ... part of it, anyway. I had to make sure that you didn’t keep asking questions about the bruises, you know. I wanted. She’d sit there, with her hair all dis-sheveled, with a radio constantly buzzing out some local AM broadcast, and she’d either be slumped in a chair sleeping, or feeding the 7-10 stray cats which hovered around her (it just occurred to me, I don’t know why I call her “bag-lady, I should probably refer to her as Cat-Lady)But anyways, I kept jogging by that spot, because she seemed pretty “fit” I decided after a few cursory inspections of her physique. (just as a side-note, it’s a somewhat. Afterwards we ended up drunk, dancing, and then in bed together. It was nice, but it didn’t get sexual ... not then.”“You slept with her?”“Well, I slept with her then, but we didn’t have sex,” I said, “She kicked me out when I told her I didn’t want to go that far. But I ended up going back there shortly after meeting your mom, as one of several things I did to try and convince myself I wasn’t in love with Rachel the way I thought I was in love with Rachel. We were together for a while, couple.