the smell of his cologne and the leather seats of his Mercedes. That alone got me hot. I could tell my nipples were hard and visible through my thin shirt. The party was long. There was the usual barbecue and salsa dancing , and of course the beer flowed like water. Everyone had a good time. Except me. I wouldn't say I was a party pooper. I just hate being the responsible one of the household . While my husband Alejandro could drink and not have a care in the world, I was