It all started when I returned from my military service. My body—the result of the physical exercise performed during 14 months of intensive work in an elite army corps—had transformed that skinny guy, who barely finished his engineering degree, into a burly, manly man with more than respectable musculature. I thought my father was crazy when he convinced me to enlist as a volunteer, but today, I thank him.Up until then, my sexual life had been as ordinary as it gets: a "quickie" once a week with my girlfriend, Dolores. It was standard, no frills; me on top, her on the bottom, three or four thrusts until I finished, and that was it. Then, if we were in a place where we could be at peace, we’d smoke a cigarette and go to sleep; otherwise, we’d get dressed and go home.Dolores was tall, nearly 5'11" (1.80m), a brunette with long, jet-black hair—so black it sometimes looked blue—and lethal green eyes. However, she came from a well-to-do, very Catholic family, and I barely managed to hav
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