Relato erótico: "La extranjera" [Capitulo III]

Chapter III



The Silence of Michelle After the incident in her room, better said, on the threshold of it (could one say then that the crime is less grave?), Michelle refused to speak to me again. She would avoid me in the corridors, hide for long hours in her room (giving the key to the door to prevent the unpleasant thing that represented from corrupting the pure atmosphere that protected the Englishwoman).

What more could I add about the matter? Michelle was evading my gaze, our eyes no longer occasionally meeting... her perfume had been denied me after her imprisonment and slowly, the image of the blonde beauty was losing its place in my mind, which urgently needed to see her again.

I tried to resolve the issue and attempted to weave a plan to earn her forgiveness. However, it was impossible for me to break down the wall that represented that simple wooden door. Our worlds had become even more distant, and language at that time was just an anecdote.

Then an idea burst into my mind. I would turn to my sister to save what was left of my image. And then I would try not to commit any imprudence for a while to regain the confidence of beautiful Michelle.

The issue now centered on how to explain the facts to Sofia without shame overwhelming me to the point of muteness. Certainly, it wasn't a story worthy of being told from mouth to mouth.

One afternoon, after meditating for long hours, I decided to talk about it.

Sofia, I began to say, I must confess something...

No, no do it, brother mine, I've already heard your shame. She ended with total crudeness.

What else? Have you spoken with Michelle? I inquired with total astonishment.

Of course, and she is deeply indignant... tell me, what will you do to solve it? I must confess that you are in a great mess.

I won't even say it, I'm desperate. I said, and then let out a long sigh.

Well, think, why the time urge, and your possibilities are few

I know, Could you help me Sofia?

Certainly I don't see how I could do it. Even I feel ashamed to talk about it. The best thing you can do is write her a letter as an apology.

To be honest, it's a great idea, if it weren't because my English level wouldn't help me express myself correctly or the way I'd like to. Could you help me draft it?

Sofia hesitated for a moment and then said: Forget about it. I'll go talk to her. You owe me a brother, or rather, if you help me get out of this situation, you'll have to respond to me for life.

Then we have a deal, I said.Written by TheEroticWriter. Continued in Part IV.