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CARL."Could you tell us what happened, please?"The police officer and I stood to one side of the waiting room, away from the people so that they would not hear anything and would not witness that our conversation was an interrogation. People in Maracaibo tend to be very curious and living in the world of networks, it was best to avoid any meaningless disclosure.He wanted to leave the place, but I did not. I was grateful that he respected my decision, it showed me that I would not be a victim treated as the enemy."My girlfriend and I left a hotel this morning and I drove her home. The hotel was in the hills near downtown. We stayed there, in front of her apartment, for a few minutes and arranged to meet soon. That's where it all happened." I swallowed thickly, feeling goosebumps."Enemies?" I gestured in denial. "Are you sure, Mr. Malaver?"I looked at the officer, clenching my jaw, trying at all costs, with great effort, to keep my tiredness and nerves from turning into stubbornne

CARL.Something was going on with Olivia, something really bad.It was not enough to spare her the cumbersome hassle of police interviews and statements, nor was it enough to talk to her doctor about the status of the injuries, which were not serious, we were too lucky, by the way.It was no relief for me to know that the police would not be after me. I suspect Meléndez did his job by interfering because I learned that the officers located him after I provided the list of companies I worked for.Before that happened before the agents knocked on his doors looking for him, old Meléndez and I had an interesting conversation by phone.I wouldn't like to reveal what my head imagined doing to him, had he and I been face to face, especially after understanding that, despite apologizing to me a hundred times and offering his contacts at the hospital to take care of Olivia like a queen, he defended his nephew, or his wife's nephew, precisely because of her, because of his wife. So much bullshi

OLIVIA.It was necessary to do it.I had to tell Carl all things as I thought them, plainly, from the bottom of my soul.As I told before, doing so broke my heart and I think it broke his too. His face when I told him we couldn't see each other anymore... I won't forget that either.I take a deep breath and exhale, because always, always, always when I remember this, my throat closes up from the pain it gives me.I simply could not stay in a relationship with him. Automatically, I felt a refusal to continue and I'm not a woman who believes in movies. Bullets don't dodge in real life, we were just lucky and God was present there because maybe we're saved from that tragedy, what would happen the next time? If it happened once, which guaranteed that it would not happen again?Sitting in the living room of Mom's little house, Carl stared at me with a serious and annoyed face.We remained in absolute silence. Outside, it seemed that even the course of life itself had stopped because of us.

OLIVIA.I was about to come again, my tremors were wretched and loud.I couldn't help but give myself once again to that man, give him the most intimate thing I have, my body and soul in that sex in the living room, not caring if mom came, not caring about my wounds and my sling. I didn't value the possibility that outside, someone would hear us panting, uninhibited, that noon. I didn't care about anything for the minutes that slippery, forceful, desperate fucking lasted.I screamed as my second orgasm exploded and he went wild. He lifted me like a juggler and used me like an artifact, pounding the walls of my vagina with his thunderous penetrations, anchoring his hands and fingers-like claws on my ass and hips.There it was, his arrival. From the wrinkles in his brows and his piercing gaze, I knew it. Carl was trying to survive an exponential arousal, panting loudly and even louder when he finished, spurts that went inside me without remorse, thrusting a couple more times until he em

CARL.(A day after lunch between Olivia and Leonidas)."It's good to find you here, although I'm not happy about it," Nancy said when she saw me sitting at one of the tables at La Napolitana.I didn't do many relevant things since Olivia and I met at her mother's house, but the last thing I did was to go to the fucking restaurant that reminded me of her at all times and where, of course, I wouldn't meet her, even if I could conjure up such a moment with all kinds of magic.The normal thing to do was not to go anywhere, less there, much less alone, but I didn't care. I was already starting to need to get out of the apartment. My son's mother went with him to the country's capital to visit some family, Christmas was approaching and I would go crazy for not having nearly everything I wanted, who I loved, what I liked.The blonde woman with short hair, with an outfit between black and white that (I must say) fit her to perfection, with that thin fabric panty close to the body with bell bo