I pulled the covers over my head and turned my back to the door. I heard the door knob shake and the door squeak as it was opened, then my blood chil...ed as I heard a familiar voice say 'so you weren't lying, you do have a piece of ass in here'. Bruce said 'now that you see I'm busy how about leaving', the voice I recognized was that of Daniel. Daniel said to Bruce 'naw, I want to see who it is first', Bruce said 'I told you that you know who it is and that we all have hit it once or twice. This was the beginning of my thinking. That is what started my foray into the world of the Hispanic Culture and this story.In November of 2001, I opened a Tienda. We feature meat (geared to the Hispanic taste), produce, canned and dry goods ... all imported from Latin America, or geared to their lifestyle, their likes and tastes.It was odd. Here I am, a Gringo, 6'3", pleasant attitude, nice looking, but little ability to communicate, yet, I am amiable, gentle, kind and open to them. As far as I. ” Judy Marsh blushed at the compliment. She was pretty and she knew it, she just wasn’t accustomed to flattering comments from strange men. Nick noted the hostile look from her husband as he handed back the license and credit card. “Will you be staying long?” asked Nick nonchalantly. “Two, maybe three days.” “I see. Well, you two have a grand time. If you need anything, anything at all, just let me know.” Nick scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed the note to the desk clerk.. Dad said to just fly under her radar for a few days and all would be cool.I joked with him that it was bad PMS. Dad got really serious, you know the kind of oh shit I said shot off my mouth so now my ass is going to hurt like hell from that belt serious. He told me it was not PMS, mom wasn't on the rag, and to not even thing about asking her what was wrong. Unless I just absolutely had to ask her something, I was to leave her alone and make myself scarce.So I was just sitting on the edge of the.