The beginning....

I met my husband in the spring of 1995. I had just broken off with my husband of 2 years. Actually, it had been only 6 days, since he told me to take the kids and go he was moving a new woman in. I wish I could communicate the feeling, but I honestly don't remember what it was. I can't even recall why I was upset. My younger sister invited me to go to her friend's house. My sis's friend's name was Karla, and she was marrying her fiance who was "spanish of some kind", and I was invited because I speak Spanish. I never studied the language, I have just always been able to speak it. I really don't know why I just have. Anyway, I digress. We went to the house and Karla was the biggest woman I have ever seen in real life. I believe she wore a size 28-30. That is not to put her down, I was just taken aback at the time. I am a 20 so I am not being negative. Karla was really nice and wanted help with her wedding dress and was on oxygen having a hard time trying to do it herself. We visited with her and helped her a little, she asked us to come back on the following Wednesday, but my sis couldn't go. I went alone. When I arrived, the living room was full of men, maybe 15 guys, all speaking Spanish and staring at me as I entered the house. I asked for Karla, her fiance directed me back to her bedroom. I knocked. "Karla, I am here!" "Hi chica, I am taking a shower! Have a Diet Pepsi from the fridge. I'll be out in a few." she yelled back. I went to the refrigerator and took out a cold diet pepsi. I opened and took a big drink and then a drag off my Marlboro. I felt watched. I looked over toward the door and there was a man staring at me. I felt a current of electricity run through me that I never felt before or after. He was very light. He didn't speak. He just stared. I just stared. Finally, I spoke "Hola". "Hola" he responded. I felt another jolt of electricity. Karla came out of her room.