The Charity Ball Nora   Living at Hilda's house has been a dream. Everything is so expensive here, that I am even afraid to touch it. We have people available 24/7, 365 days a year. Money and position have the power to buy anything you want. And it's been a month since I divorced Erik, and my mood has not changed. There is an emptiness in my soul, and I don't know what is causing it. There is no way that I could be with him. These last three years have been proof that our relationship was going nowhere. Respect is something he could never give me. Despite the fact that I lacked nothing monetarily, there was something still missing in my life. It was a man who valued me and gave himself to me completely, as I did. Erik was not that man. And despite the love I had for him, he did everything in his power to put out that flame. 

The first time I met him Nora The more I heard about all this, the more it interested me. I could not believe all the work they do, and we as normal citizens, are not aware. She also told me that thanks to donations from these kinds of charity balls, it was how they stayed afloat. The government supported them, but as it was clear, it was not enough. The safety of the rescuers came first, and if they were not protected, the victims less. Everything she said made perfect sense. We were walking towards another scene where another group of rescuers was explaining what was happening to some guests. The man who was giving the explanation was turning his back on us, so Paty called him to introduce me. “Edward, Hey!” He turned quickly and saw us out of the corner of his eye. We joined the conversation after he motioned for us to do so. He was not older than thirty, and it was obvious that he was in good health and shape as his job required. He was your typical American next door neighbour

A suspisious lunch Erik The next day, I found out that my mom had left in the morning. I was devastated and didn't know what to think about it. Her words cut me like knives. Deep down, I know she's right, but she's my mother. And she should stay by my side. First Nora, and now my mother. The only two women I have ever loved, and they left me. I accept that I am not the easiest to deal with, but they owe me blind loyalty. The knock on the door brought me to reality. Claudia entered without waiting for my permission, she saw me and came over to me. She sat on my lap and start to kiss me on the mouth. I kissed her back since at this moment, I needed all the comfort available.  The kiss heated up, igniting my desire. I spread her legs and reached into her panties. Claudia was ready for me. Her moan told me what

Thinking about him Nora I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking. Why is it that every time I imagined his face, the butterflies in my stomach would flutter non-stop? It's not like I'm 15 years old. But I can't contain the emotion Edward provokes in me. Is it love at first sight? No, no, that doesn't exist, does it? I turned onto my side and hugged my pillow. Since the charity ball, I have not seen or spoken to Edward, and I'm so distressed and anxious. I want to at least talk to him on the phone. That would cure my anguish for a moment. On the day of the charity ball, Edward, true to his word, was with me the entire time. He explained what they did, how they did it, and why they needed to do it. In this ballroom, every detail was carefully planned, in order to convey the difficulty of the situation rescuers face during an incident. They are always at risk of losing their lives. I was in awe of Edward's bravery. Every word that came out of his mouth was a new unders

An amazing date Nora   This trip to the mall was something that I can never forget. This day was full of new experiences, and I discovered feelings that I didn't know existed.  We also had a lot of fun. After we finished eating, we went shopping, but not only that, we found an arcade, Edward vs. Nora, because Hilda refused to take part. She said that this was for children and that she was already on the other side. Whatever that means. Then, Edward took us to buy ice cream. The store had at least 50 different flavours. I chose one that said piña colada and coconut. Edward went for a boring vanilla flavour. But the ice cream, on his lips,  looked more like an exotic treat. Hilda chose the pistachio one. I didn't want this day to end, but unfortunately, it was time to go back. Gonzalo would b