Voluptuous Fetish

So, still with my head spinning, my stomach squeezed by the alcohol ingested less than four hours ago, I crawled out of the warm sheets of my bed. I let out a deep sigh, mentalizing some mantra to keep my stomach in place, and threw a farewell look at the soft pillow that called me to lie down again.While I put on my slippers and got up from the bed to open the heavy curtains of my room, I couldn't help that tightness in my chest that always hit me in the morning; or, in fact, it always hit me at any time I dared to think about my family's story. Always at the moment when I remembered how vulnerable we were in that cruel world, surrounded by cruel and ambitious people.The early morning sun touched my eyes, as I watched the sea in front of our house, with blue waters spinning and shrinking, only to loosen in waves that foamed in front of the sand. One of the privileges of living on the beach was the sunrise; not only for the beauty, but for the time.Because I woke up too early, even

The very thin mattress, the thin and rough quilt, and all the coldness contained in that bed " although I sweated a lot against the mattress without a sheet, due to what I thought was a flu ", made me aware that my day would be more of shit, like everyone else. My body was sore, as if a car had run over me. Of course, this was because of my damn mattress. If I lay down on the floor, I would probably feel less pain.My cellmate was using the vase, and kept turning his back as I got up and stretched. Each muscle of my body creaked with the movement, like a very old and little used spring.Without realizing it, I ended up holding it with a little more force against the mattress, and it tore itself in my hand, releasing foam. I laughed, and my cellmate looked over his shoulder. How much urine would that bastard have kept in a single night to take so long?"Be careful, hermano," he said, in his foreign accent. I always suspected that Ramirez was Mexican. First, by last name. Then, for his

"All right, it's just a normal prison," I said softly, wiping my wet hands on the side of my thin and chic pants. "He's just a normal inmate. Everything's fine.”"If you don't feel prepared, Jo..." said João, but I interrupted him."I'm always prepared. It's just a shock of never having been so close to a place forgotten by God.”"Now you understand me," he said, fixing his tie. "Wait until you are face-to-face with the despicable prison director. So you will regret even more wanting to help your friends. Also, remind me why did your sister ask you to take this case, particularly?”"She is dating the deta's brother," I replied in a conspiratorial tone. There was never a bad time for gossip. "And, before they can take over publicly, our advisor kind of gave some guidelines to clean up all kinds of nebulous past that may exist in their lives.”"And, as always, this part of cleaning ended up falling on your lap.”" Exactly, my friend.”João giggled."Get ready, friend, we will be enterin

At that time, I was already totally detached from the idea of going back to being that man with feelings and purposes. The jail has become my home. The inmates, my family. And the guards only colleagues that I had to endure. It was not an easy life, but for a man raised in the countryside and without any notion of a life in the big city, until I was very familiar with the place. In a way, it seemed that I had been born to be imprisoned, in one way or another."Well, considering that three are eating ants this morning, I would say that it's even quite normal," commented Júlio, a kitchen helper just like me, who at the moment was mixing a large sauce pan. "I don't know what you might be feeling differently, PS.”"It's something like a feeling," I replied softly.My companions laughed."The day you feel something other than your own stench, the world will be lost, PS," said Alefe, still containing the laughter."Unlike you, Alefe, I still take daily baths.”"God forbid that cold water,"

Pablo blinked, leaning back on the chair so abruptly that again I heard a noise coming from the weapons of the guards behind me. He merely raised his eyes to the men, then stared at me again, sliding those blue and warm eyes all over my torso. I felt hot again."No lawyer has ever said that out loud.”"So I can say that none of them were as good as I am.”"How long have you been working on this?”"It doesn't matter," I answered immediately. I was twenty-six years old. It had only been three years since my license at the OAB was approved. Saying that wouldn't give me any credit. Not to mention that being a woman would already be a reason for a sexist to think that I wasn't that good. "You just need to focus on the fact that you will be free from here in a business day if you give me the answers I'm looking for.”"What would these answers be? "He asked, frowning his thick eyebrows."Who killed those people?”"I don't know.”"So, that makes you partially innocent," I said right away."Th