"You gave me your word!" The next day at noon Hermosa stood in the kitchen doorway, covering her phone and whispering to the person on the other end of the line, "I'll get 30,000 dollars for completing step one, which is now ......" "I did say that, but that's only if you get a head start on step two." The man across the table sneered, "You obviously didn't make it, did you?" "I ...... I'll be able to do step two soon, you can trust me." Hermosa's voice became a little unsteady, "Please, Elisa still has the money from her last treatment and no hospital in all of New York will take her if this goes on. She ......" "And what does that have to do with me?" The man interrupted her coldly, "I gave you a chance, you didn't appreciate it. You remember, if that little bastard gets sick and dies, it will be by your own choices." Hermosa's eyes went red. "Hermosa, you're not in love with him, are you?" The man's voice suddenly took on a slightly nasty edge, "So he fucked you, wher
Brent had asked his friend Sam, who worked at the police station, to investigate Hermosa's past. Sam was so taken aback by the fact that he had approached him about it that he sent it over the next day. Brent took a quick look at it, but it wasn't long, as it was an internal police file and Hermosa had never been convicted of a crime, so the profile was lacking in substance. Hermosa was a native of the same area as he was, but their lives had taken very different paths and there was almost no chance of them crossing paths. Brent was born into an aristocratic New York family and grew up in the finest private schools, receiving an elite education and achieving exceptional grades. Brent received his doctorate at the age of twenty-one and went on to become a rising star in his field of work. He was the youngest and most favored child in his family. Until his accident, he had never experienced any setbacks growing up. He was as oblivious to the condition of the average man as the r
It took a few seconds for Brent to realize what time it was, and looking at his watch he remembered that Hermosa had gone to work tonight. There was no way that Elisa was like this because she missed Hermosa. Because she had been so quiet, Brent hadn't even heard her voice much, and he tensed up a little as he took the lift upstairs and pushed open the door to your bedroom: "What's wrong with you?" He knew it was bullshit as soon as the words left his mouth, because Elisa's condition was clear as day: her face was red, nose was bleeding red, and her face was covered in purple spots, she looked extremely weak, her mouth was bloodless. She was laying on her back on the chilly floor, as if she had tried to flee the bedroom for help but had collapsed because she had lost her strength. Brent had been a doctor and knew that this was some kind of acute pediatric blood disorder. There was nothing that could be done except to go to hospital. It had been a long time since Brent had e
Brent had to turn his head to see Ray, his schoolmate two full years younger in college.She was stammering for a long time, unable to say a word and looking close to tears. "How's she doing?" Brent couldn't stand the sight of people crying right now and sat in his wheelchair a little further away from the hospital bed, his face expressionless as he looked away. Ray still remembered how much Brent had been admired in medical school back then. He had managed to get his PhD at the age of 21, and he was handsome and from a good family. She had envied him and even had a secret crush on him for a while. Ray looks at him now, after not seeing him for so many years, and he seems so much more forlorn and melancholic. It was as if the young man who had been so full of vigor and hope for the future had disappeared. Ray was a little sad to think of it. "I'm sorry." Ray realized that she had lost her mood and wiped her eyes in an effort to calm down, "The child's platelets are high, but t
Elisa's illness appeared to be serious, but it was thankfully not worse. Hermosa stayed in the hospital with her for several days, following the doctor's prescribed meal of red-skinned peanuts mashed in a cooking machine and fed to Elisa. When Brent got up and went to the table every morning, Hermosa was already out of the house with a wonderful breakfast and a steaming cup of black tea - the only tea Hermosa had made for Brent because he swore he didn't drink coffee. A week later Elisa's condition finally improved significantly, and Hermosa brought her home from the hospital and immediately started preparing dinner for Brent, the curry melting and bubbling in the pot, the turkey set in the oven and already bubbling with oil."Cooking?" Brent, who had seen this scene from the basement monitor and had taken the lift up in a ghostly trance at the smoky scene before him, his tone became more unkind."Yes." Hermosa smiled back at Brent"In a minute, I've made a barbecue turkey tonight
"The rules are simple, we take turns asking each other questions. If anyone lies, they get electrocuted by the lie detector, am I clear?" Brent had long planned out the questions he wanted to ask in his mind, and for some reason, he was actually looking forward to this game. "Um, okay." It was late and Hermosa went back upstairs to make sure Elisa was asleep and not crying before returning to the living room and sitting across from Brent, placing his hand on the lie detector and letting the red nylon strap hold the back of her hand in place. "First question, where is Elisa's father?" Hermosa obviously didn't expect the first question to be so pointed, she stammered and explained, "I, I don't know." "Don't know?" "We're ...... a one-night stand." Hermosa's ears reddened and Brent pressed the button on the lie detector for her and nothing moved. That meant she passed the test. Hermosa breathed a soft sigh of relief: "How long have you lived here alone?" "Five mont
It was the night Hermosa lost sleep for the first time in a long time. The fire of desire in her body had not subsided from the moment it was kindled, and she rolled over with his legs clamped in impatience, accidentally touching Elisa's arm. "Mmmm ......" Hermosa carefully draped the covers over her, thinking of going to the bathroom if she could, but hesitated. The fire had been lit for Brent. Oddly enough, Hermosa had always had strong desires and had done things to soothe herself before.But once these things were associated with Monsieur, it seemed that they became a kind of blasphemy. The man was so unattainable, even in his wheelchair, that she dared not, and could not, think about it.In the end Hermosa had to grit her teeth and go downstairs to change into a new panties .She want to warm herself a glass of milk so that she could at least sleep better. "Sir." Hermosa was a little surprised that Brent was there, and the embarrassment she felt in her heart increased:
Brent took advantage of the night to violate Hermosa over and over again with his huge vibrator, watching her in a state of lust and sleep, and hating himself for not bringing the tools from the basement into the bedroom to part her tight pink pussy lips with pliers and wipe away all her juices with medical pads. For a moment, Brent wanted to make a specimen of the beauty beneath him, to display her post-orgasm lovingly in his dark basement forever for his own enjoyment. But every time these sordid thoughts came to his mind, Hermosa called his name in untimely agony. At that moment he seemed to be a sinner summoned by a judge. But these evil thoughts, wrapped in sin, would only end up in his hot fingertips, swirling round and round Hermosa's vagina. ...... The night soon faded from the sky and Brent took Hermosa into the master bathroom to clean up her muddy bottom before carrying her to his own room. The bedroom was quiet and Brent got Hermosa into bed and tucked her in befor