Mexican Man Caught Me Looking

Luis caught me looking. He grinned, “You like?” Avoiding his comment, I apologized and tried to leave. He placed a big hand on my shoulder and said, “Come on Mark, Why don’t you come in and say hello to Juan before you go.”
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My wife Jane has a brother named Steve. Steve married a Mexican girl name Rosa. Rosa is from medium sized town in central Mexico. Last July My wife Jane and I went on vacation with Rosa and Steve to her hometown. Instead of staying in a hotel, Rosa arranged for us to stay for free in some friend’s vacation house. Rosa and Steve stayed with her family. A couple blocks and a central plaza separated the two houses.
One night while there, my wife went back to the house early with a headache. Knowing that I was on my own for the evening, I stayed late drinking tequila with Steve and Rosa’s brothers. I was pretty drunk when I started the walk back through the empty streets to where we were staying.
About half the way home I was startled when a Mexican man about my age emerged from an unlit doorway. He was bigger than most Mexicans I had met. His missing shirt exposed a muscular chest but with a little bit of beer gut. He had dark skin and bushy mustache. He held a bottle of tequila in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other.
As I approached, I said, “Hola.”
He replied in English almost as bad as my Spanish, “Hello.” He waved me over. He offered his bottle to me. I was too drunk to think to refuse. We stumbled through introductions half in English and half in Spanish. I found out his name was Luis. He asked how I was enjoying Mexico. Where I was...