"To begin, I don't hate Sophie Smith," Lionel began, making a face by saying the name of his ex-wife. "We were young when we started this relationship. I was finishing high school, it was a handsome boy, and she was handsome too. Anyway, joining two plus two, we were together. On a drunken night, she got pregnant. I had just been approved at one of the best colleges in the country, and she just wanted to play house. Everyone at school knew that Sophie would have no future, and I was too dumb for eating that scrotum and being fucked for it years later, when she punched the laws in my ass and sent me to prison.”"Let me correct" I said in a calm tone, even feeling the hatred leave my vision blurred. "You were too dumb when you assaulted your WIFE AND YOUR DAUGHTER and that's why you had the laws punched in your fat ass, because you deserved it.”Lionel made a gesture with his hand, as if discarding that small correction in his report."So when the child was born, I learned to be a fathe

It was too late when Pauline came to get Raphael out of my room. The security guard also left, being replaced by her. It rained very weakly, but it was cold, so Pauline closed the wide windows of the room and sat comfortably in the armchair, reading a book and leaving me silent.I couldn't stop thinking about Fred, assuming he would be upset with me, and that he was even at home, but didn't want to talk. I wasn't really angry when I didn't pay attention to him earlier, but I was in a bad conscience. After the accident, and after the kidnapping, I kept thinking that if I had another opportunity, I would never leave Fred away from me.However, he was already leaving at that moment and didn't even pay much attention to my rebellion, and I was increasingly anxious to know what he had really done in that period of a whole afternoon and half the night. That's when my door was opened and Fred came in, already taking a bath and wearing sweatpants.He was still beautiful, even thin and with in

"I still think the police did wrong in picking up Becca's testimony so early," said Madeleine, unwillingly poking an asparagus on her lunch plate. "Isn't everything that happened obvious to them? It's unfair that she has to keep remembering everything just so that they have the confession that the bandits didn't make.”"Without a confession, there is no crime," said Roxanne, sipping from her glass of juice. "They could not remain in prison if Becca did not confirm everything that happened, because they could still claim that they were only in the wrong place and at the wrong time.”Greta, the maid I once noticed was hitting on Fred, came next to me to serve me a little more juice. His behavior was strange, like that of all the others, who used to pretend that I wasn't around when talking about myself, and make expressions loaded with pity when they noticed me somewhere. However, she served me quickly and soon left.Fred, next to me, did not emit any sound, but he was staring at his mo

Fred's lips fit perfectly with mine. They were hot, moist, and as soft as I remembered. I didn't notice that I panted softly when I felt him, but from the way he acted "slightly taken by the impulse that reaction provoked", holding firmly in the back of my neck, I knew that he was attentive to my sounds.With one hand, I took to Fred's hair, messing up the strands so perfectly arranged, and feeling the roughness of the collar of his shirt around his neck. He rose to me, not totally, but enough so that I didn't have to put so much pressure on kissing him. The world has lost its sound, colors, and importance. It was the first time we touched each other intimately, since my turn, and it was as good as it had been before.Fred nibbled on my lower lip, breathing very close to my cheek, as he deepened our kiss. He didn't have any remnant of a beard, but still the firmness of his skin caused me tickling and a pleasurable feeling. I didn't notice when I got up completely, just like he did, an

The next day, Becca was the one who woke me up. Not for another round of sex or something like that, but because she seemed to be cold and was poking me to hug me. We slept without realizing it, in the same position in which we interrupted the sexual act. Her hair was still thrown against the side of my neck, and her entire trunk leaned against mine.The difference in her current weight and that of the step was very evident at that moment, because it was as if she was just a feather thrown against my body. And that's why it took me so long to open my eyes and notice that she was trying to make me hug her.“Are you cold? “I asked in a hoarse voice.Becca looked at me."Are you not?”I indicated with one hand how her legs were stuck around my hips, and how her arms were clinging to my shoulders."On the contrary, I'm very comfortable.”Becca laughed in a mocking tone and stood up. The night before, I tried not to look too much at her body, when I noticed that she was shy and slightly em