76 - Becca

It took me a while to recover after having sex with Friederich. He also seemed so stunned that he barely spoke. He had vaguely asked me if I was okay, and I answered with a slight murmur. We went out at some point that night, waking up at dawn.

In fact, I woke up with Friederich touching me again, checking how awake I was.

"Are you not satisfied yet? "I murmured, smiling a little.

"Never," he said, raising my chin. I had to open my eyes, just to find him with that expression "molha-calcinha" of yours dedicated to me. "I can't get tired of you, Becca. It's addictive.”

" Can we die if we continue? "I asked.

"Only if you dehydrate.”

I laughed.

"I won't risk getting a glass of water after all the noise we made. My mother will start with the jokes.”

"It's great that she just makes jokes. My family wouldn't be so understanding.”

"Oh, they're sweet," I said kindly. "You were lucky to be surrounded by people like that, Fred.

"Maybe," he said, already totally distracted, as he slid his fingers