I went to the bathroom to wash away the sweat of fear and try to wash away the bitter memories that had mixed with the sweet kisses that had heightened my desire. After being consoled by my friend Liz, who cleaned my wounds, I returned safely to the yacht with the memory of a bad adventure caused by the mysterious sea currents.Furthermore, I don't understand why humans have to complicate everything because we cannot succumb to our passions without being afraid of what people will say or leave a bad impression. This is even more complicated for women. If we take the initiative, we are in danger of passing as easy girls, and no guy will want to marry a tramp. Or there is the other extreme: if we do nothing, our man can go with another one that will secure it by giving him what he wants. An old woman said that men only want us for the bed. It may be somewhat true, but what happens is that if the loved one does not provoke desire or desire is not satiated, that would be like a brotherly r

We left the hospital, stayed a few more days in Hawaii, and I got bored. It was not the same without Angelo, besides being a violinist with Liz and the boyfriend, and although they said that nothing had happened, I felt that I was in their way. That it was uncomfortable when I interrupted their kisses or when Liz was not intimately with her prince for being with me. So we decided to leave for Colombia to organize some business. We then traveled to Italy, a country wonderful as always, with that mythological air, and Sicily, with that romance in the atmosphere, although it filled my mind with bad memories and a sense of failure. We arrived at the beautiful castle of Don Joseph, who came out in person to welcome us. No changes were noticeable, the Mediterranean breeze seemed to preserve it, I greeted her fraternally.“Ximena, my daughter, what a joy for your visit; at last the miracle happened to me; I thought I would die without seeing your beautiful face again.”I also greeted him with

The two friends were at the university, contemplating their return to class.“Ximena, look, the rector said that Professor Angelo wouldn't come to teach because he is sick; a professor is coming; I think you know her; she is the sexy wife of singer Johnny G.”“Liz, really, I need him to sign this medical release.”“Are you still sick?”“No, dear, it's to take my little sister for a check-up because of her illness, and I want to spend some time with her.”“Well, take advantage of it; I saw that she was going to the teacher's lounge; talk to her, and if she refuses, take her a wad of green money.”“Typical of you, you assume that everything can be solved with money.”“Of course not, Ximena. There are matters that can only be solved with affection, but I don't think that lady likes another woman's affection; that's why she has her beautiful husband.”“Well, I'm going to look for her, and in case she doesn't agree, I'm going to go to my little sister's place anyway.”In the teacher's loung

Ximena decided to dance, remembering the words of her friend Liz: It is true that there are so many men, for she was being surrounded by several gallants who sent her beer and invited her to their tables. She, with a smile, refused them, telling them,“I am a married woman; my husband is not late in arriving.”An evil plan came out of the heads of a group of men who were also drinking alcohol there; they wanted to take advantage of her drunkenness by taking her to the exit to rape her to exhaustion and then sell her. For sure, for sure, for that beautiful girl, the white slave traders would offer a few good dollars. Because they were eager to carry out the plan and were encouraged by Ximena's silly smile, they surrounded her and took her away, pretending to be concerned friends. Of course, they did not count on Luis' call, who wired money to the owner of the bar to protect her and who managed to alert his doormen to protect her.“Leave the lady alone, or else.”“Or else what? She is ou

Ximena decided to go to her best friend Liz to discuss her doubts and tell her everything she remembered about those events. She even remembered dancing with many men and those who wanted to take her away; they seemed to her to have a gallant face that changed to demons with the play of the lights. She met her a few blocks before, when she was buying packages of chips from a boy with green eyes who was carrying them on a cargo tricycle, something like a bicycle truck.“Hi, Liz, I have to tell you something; I swear you'll go backwards.”“I called you a million times; I went out to look for you; only I met this handsome delivery guy who made me eat some snacks. You know, when I get worried, I get anxiety, and I only calm down with food, or you know.”“What happened?” said Ximena, observing that Liz's car seemed to have blocked the delivery man's way.“He didn't understand that I wanted to buy some packages, and I had to block his way.”“Miss, I am not allowed to sell to the public; I ca