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¿Ella está aquí para mí? I couldn’t believe who I was seeing. Helena, perhaps the most dedicated, intelligent, beautiful student I’ve ever had the pleasure of teaching, had walked up to my car. I thought for a moment she’d been heading for the tan Ford, but no. Helena is my date.
Helena is my date!
I have to keep checking that she’s here next to me in my Volvo. It’s just surreal.
Helena puts her hand on my thigh. Mi chile is not immune to this, even though I know it’s meant to be a comforting gesture. I mean, the most sexy woman that I’ve ever seen has her hand six inches from my huevos. “I’m here, and I’m going to be right here the whole time, Tomás.”
Of course. I need to remember she’s doing this as a favor for me because of Carmen.
Por Dios, I hate that woman. Sitting there, naked, on my bed with that pendejo she’d
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