"Aren't you afraid of catching cold, dressed like that?" he asked."Nah, I usually go naked in the house when nobody's around," I said."What about when...someone comes over?" he asked."Dunno. Never happened before," I replied, hands wringing."If you promise not to tell anyone, anyone at all, you can go naked while I am here. I don't mind," he said."You mean you won't tell anybody if I show you my pussy?" I asked, pouring on an unbelievable amount of fake innocence. My hands were now apart, my. Dinner was surprisingly mellow. Mr. Montoya was much more down to earth when he was around his family and gathered around the table for a meal. It was easy to see just how much Kelli was the apple of his eye, and how much effort she made in return ensure he was proud of her.The questioning was good-natured, but thorough. I talked about conditions in Afghanistan and Iraq, without discussing any of what I did while I was there. One of the younger cousins began to ask a question about who I killed. ‘Those fucking Mayans knew about calculus and building pyramids, the fucking cosmos and all that crazy shit. How do fools know about that when they’re running around with spears, eating each other’s hearts, talking ’bout ‘look at me, look at this jaguar fur on my head’?’ ‘That was the Aztecs.’ ‘Whatever dude, you know what I mean. those fools knew shit, like higher power shit.’ ‘So they foresaw when the world was going to end but they couldn’t foresee the Spaniards kicking their asses all. The truth was I was becoming more enamored with her. Damn, I wanted to fuck her, but with my performance issues, I was much too afraid to give it a try.While cleaning one day she asked if her next visit could come on a Tuesday as she was having a birthday party for her daughter who was turning two. I said no problem, Tuesday would be fine. That decision would prove fateful.When the Tuesday rolled around, I had completely forgotten that she was coming that day. I was sitting naked in front of my.