I'm not generally considered a lightweight when comes to drinking, but that night certainly had me sauced out of my mind. I was hard pressed to know which end was up, where I was, and so forth. The last thing that I remembered from that night at my girlfriend's family reunion was going straight from the bathroom to our assigned bedroom, lying on my back with my clothes still on, and kicking off my new snakeskin boots, a gift from my girlfriend's mother, Stephanie. Steph babysat me a few times in the past and always liked me more than her past boyfriends, which made me wonder at times if this had been a little too arranged. Then again, my girlfriend, Stacey Collins, had taken her mother's suggestion to heart, it seemed, judging from how often she liked to jump my bones.
I was more than a little groggy, of course, as I rose from the bed to the Sun coming through the blinds to indicate that it was long past dawn. Surprisingly for such a drunken night, I wasn't hungover, which was very odd, but I put it from my mind as I darted from the bedroom to the shower, where I peed as well as washed my body clean. The amount that I pissed would have staggered me except given how much I drank, naturally, and so I put it down to simply too much whiskey and Coke.
I didn't realize that anything was even slightly amiss until I returned to my supposed bedroom and lay back down, only to notice the hair on the pillow next to mine was black as night, which meant that it could not be Stacey's, since she was a ginger. I lifted the comforter just enough to see that it was clearly a dusky, earthy woman, quite delectable in her own way, regardless of the usual indicators of her maturity, such as stretch marks. There was only one woman in the ranch house that fit this description, and sure enough, she lifted her head to show me a pleased smile ... that of Stacey's favorite aunt ... Luna Anastasia Collins, nee Delgado. Luna had married Stacey's Uncle Brian and given him three daughters and two sons before he was killed in action in Afghanistan as part of a Green Beret operation that was naturally kept hush hush.
"Aunt Luna? We ... had sex? Oh my God, I cheated on Stacey!" I realized to my horror, out loud no less.
"Don't be so melodramatic, papi. It's not cheating! It's just helping out a bit, that's all. Now, come back to bed, please. I have been so lonely since mi esposo, mi corazon, my Brian, was killed, baby! Trust me, Stacey will understand ... right, Stacey?" Luna asked my girlfriend, causing me to look behind me.