IS NOT FAR FROM DANGER YETLipe wasn't prepared for this. He hadn't even considered it, and all he could do was stand frozen in the shower. Lara took steps into the shower with him, and he swallowed hard, feeling his heart wanting to take flight in his chest.She bent down and picked up the dropped shampoo from the floor, squeezed a little into her hands, placed the bottle back on the shelf, and ran her soapy hands through his hair. Lara washed his hair slowly and patiently. Then she took the sponge, used the liquid soap, and gently scrubbed his neck, one arm, then the other, paying special attention to his hands and fingers. She turned him around and washed his back, his buttocks, his thighs, all without haste. Lipe remained motionless, not moving a muscle, simply obeying her as she turned him from side to side, keeping his body rigid and his teeth clenched. It was only when she, still squatting and washing his shins, pulled him so that he faced her, that he held her shoulders firmly

DIFFERENT CULTURE.Frank found Cecilia as she was entering another room to attend to an elderly lady. She didn't see him entering the room."Good morning, Mrs. Gabriela! How was your night?""I was fine, slept well, but I got sad when you entered my room!"He stood at the door, listening to their conversation. Both of them were unaware of his presence, and he took the opportunity to observe. The elderly lady must have been around seventy-five years old, lying in a hospital bed on top of the sheets. She was obese, and there was a wheelchair next to the bed for Cecilia to help her sit."Well, well, I've seen it all. Is today going to be one of those days when you treat me badly? Even though I'm so nice to you?" Cecilia positioned herself next to the lady's bed, placing the wheelchair right beside it with the wheels locked."I'm just kidding, my dear. You brighten up my day." The lady smiled at Cecilia, and as she sat up, she put one arm around the therapist's neck to make it easier to b

YOU DID THE RIGHT THING!When his plump, warm lips touched hers, the sound of the door being opened concealed her moan. Finally, a woman who valued her bladder!"Let's go to my place," Gregory whispered in her ear, intertwining his finger with hers, and she followed him outside. The woman who entered didn't even notice them there, nor did she notice that there was a man present. Megan walked with him, their fingers still entwined. It was only when they were going down the escalator that it hit her. One: she was walking hand in hand with a married man in the middle of a shopping mall. Two: he said they were going to his house?But she didn't want to ask anything. She feared that if she asked any questions, the enchantment would break, he would change his mind, see reason, and by God, the self-proclaimed moralist feared that. She mentally kicked herself. Rolled her eyes internally at knowing that she was falling for it as well, and this time, fully aware! She was aware that she was acco

I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SURE IN MY LIFE"Are you not going to visit her at the farmhouse?" Clara probed."I'm not that evolved," he replied, smiling to the side."I don't understand," she said."She stayed at my house the day she was discharged from the hospital, Clara, and left in the morning without saying goodbye, just leaving me a note on the fridge saying she would spend a few days at the farmhouse. I could have taken her there, but she called Murilo. They're together at the farmhouse now, and my concern is that he and she, well... they degrade themselves sexually. I'm sorry for telling you this, but you've gone out with her to Jânio's parties and you've seen how she uses sex to vent," he explained."Oh my God, Lipe. I'm so sorry," Clara wanted to cry upon hearing that, imagining how much the young man was suffering."I guess deep down, I worry that she will resort to old habits that will lead her to relapse, you know, and she has struggled so much to get clean," he confided."You a

I AM AT MY LIMITDália messaged her shortly after, and she thought it was Dália who was turning the doorknob."Hi, my dear. Is something wrong?""Was it you at my bedroom door?" she asked."No, I'm already in bed, but I was there about twenty minutes ago, and Otávio was mopping the living room. Is everything okay?""No. We had an argument, Dália.""I understand.""I don't want him in my house anymore. Please let him know that he needs to go back to his own house.""I will, don't worry."After a sleepless night, she left her room and saw that the living room was sterile clean, but he wasn't there. Thank goodness for that. But his mother was there because the smell of fresh coffee was coming from the kitchen."Good morning," she greeted her friend, who along with Linda, was sitting at the table having breakfast."Good morning. Are you feeling better?" Dália asked, concerned."Yes. I'm feeling better now.""Was it one of his quirks?" Linda asked."No, Linda. I got upset when I joked with