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Volume IPlease excuse my tardiness in writing. I've written a little each day and thus been able to enjoy my wife, my young ones, and Lizzie a bit more.
By this means I don't get so tired, because at work Hannah and I make the most of every night we have left and especially now that they want to change my truck and I fiercely opposed it.
While flying, I apologized to Marisol. I thought she had made expectations of celebrating Valentine's Day (and Hannah's birthday) in Perth and now this unexpected event forced us to change our plans.
But my wife didn't seem to mind traveling for another 4 hours. We'll spend it together anyway and it's been a long time since you've seen your friend, she replied with her usual sweet tone.
The young ones behaved during the trip. Our chubby one stole a smile from the flight attendant who brought us food, who fell in love with her green eyes and immediate affection.
I admit that I worry about her excessive sociability because unlike her sister, she doesn't discriminate against strangers, so I try to keep her away from them as much as possible.
But almost arriving at our destination, I had to take her urgently to the bathroom to change her. The flight attendant who had served us, a thin woman around 27 years old with white skin, blue eyes, and red hair, gave me one of those sympathetic looks that I've gotten used to in my role as a father and which my wife likes so much.
Even offered to help me change her, but I already have enough experience in such matters.
It's good to see fathers so committed to their children! she noted, with a certain coquettishness, once I had left the lavatory. I wish my husband were like that!
I didn't want to ask if she was married or not (she wasn't wearing an ring...), but it already seemed to me that she would give me her phone number.
Marisol and my girl were still sleeping deeply in the window seat, and the flight attendant escorted me back to my seat with a wide smile. If you need anything, let me know. I'll be alone in my guard post. She signaled smiling, once I returned to my seat.
But when we left, even Marisol realized that the Thanks for flying! given by the flight attendant at the entrance was more enthusiastic compared to the rest.
We checked into a not very luxurious hotel, unloaded part of our luggage and lay down in bed, completely exhausted.
Around 8 pm local time (7 pm for us, according to Marisol's cell phone with Adelaide's time), we decided to go out for a walk so that the little ones could refresh themselves.
That night, I took advantage of calling our home and informing Lizzie about our changes in plans.
I didn't expect her to respond, since it was Saturday night and Lizzie was alone, but after 3 rings, I heard her sweet voice.
I asked if she had plans for going out, insisting for the umpteenth time that she should get to know another guy, on the eve of Valentine's Day.
Why would you need a boyfriend, if you already have me? she asked coquettishly.
I couldn't respond and she warned that she would sleep in our bed, so as not to feel too alone.
Finally, around 10 pm, I called Sonia to let her know we had arrived in the city. Once again, she apologized for causing us trouble and offered to reimburse our ticket and stay.
For you, I'm capable of doing anything! I replied with joy, making her cut off in mid-sentence.
She warned that she would pass by our hotel at 11 am and so she did.
I left speechless: A gray, luxurious German car was waiting for us, and from inside, my former work colleague was waving at me.
I felt guilty for seeing her with my wife beside me: She wore a one-piece pink dress with an endless row of buttons that went down from her left shoulder to just above the waistband, and her skirt was two fingers higher than her knees.
She had cut her hair and done her perm, but her face remained the same same as before, with attractive red lips and a proud gaze that transmitted a dominant aura. He warmly hugged Marisol and when he greeted me, he gave me a long kiss on the cheek. My nasal fossae were impregnated with various essences, but my body began to react to recognizing the faint aroma of his body. And finally, he squatted down to greet the little ones, which Marisol happily introduced him to. His skirt, as expected, lifted higher, exposing that perfect toned thigh and his round bottom looked much firmer than the last time I saw it. And it's because if Marisol has that charm of an innocent little girl who is not aware of how sensual her body is, Sonia is the opposite. It's a bit hard to explain, but despite Marisol being more voluptuous than Sonia, the security she shows makes her seem like a tiger in bed. That's why I wanted to sit at the back with the little ones and let my wife sit in the copilot seat. But Marisol insisted that I sit with my old friend, who was laughing discreetly at my fear. While we were traveling, I couldn't control my eyes from looking at how her skirt lifted when she changed positions and remembering the softness of Sonia's skin when we made love in the cutie, so I tried to look out the window most of the way. Excuse me, Marisol, for ruining your Valentine's Day! Ah, you're fine! my nightingale replied. He was worried about you and you're a very good friend, so don't make a fuss. She looked at me with concern, as if I had put myself in trouble. Taking advantage of the red light, I took her right hand and calmed it down. And what is your favor? I asked, pointing out that the light had changed. Ahh! That! she replied, returning to earth. I don't want to tell you now. Why not? You'll see... it's an administrative decision. She explained, with a tone I hadn't heard in more than 3 years. I don't want to give you details, so you don't jump to early conclusions.” It was as if we had never separated from the office. Sonia knew that I easily became obsessed when a problem appeared, so she tried to calm me down, just like I knew about her photographic memory when reading. We arrived at a complex of buildings and it was where Sonia gave me the bad news: if we were to be relocated to Melbourne, we would have to move into an apartment because the residential value is so high that buying a house is practically unviable. We took the elevator to the 3rd floor and once again, Sonia played with my little ones. I couldn't control my eyes, which licked the outline of her body, while Marisol looked at me from the corner very amused. Her single women's department is enormous, with marble and white carpeted floors and a polarized glass window that keeps most of the day lit. But if Sonia had lifted my spirits, Elena was about to eat her fist. On this occasion, she had dyed her hair a golden blonde and short, with curls that gave her an air of a 1950s American housewife; some short and tight Bermuda shorts that defined her legs as plump as Marisol's and a lycra sports bra that seemed to store real melons, on the verge of bursting. She greeted Marisol affectionately, but the kiss she gave me was more distant and quick than the one Sonia had given me. They offered us a tray with snacks and we started talking while the little ones walked around, smiling playfully at the aunts who were giving them pieces of cheese. I doubt that Sonia and Elena are really lesbians. However, Elena deeply loves Sonia and although she also feels something for me, I could tell that my presence was bothering her, as if Sonia didn't pay much attention to her. I noticed that something strange was going on between Sonia and Elena. At times, Elena would look very seriously at my companion and she would try to avoid her, diverting the glance. But once we finished the snacks and they took away the trays, offering us ice cream, Marisol and I prepared the bottles for the little ones to sleep, when I saw Elena teasing Sonia again and again, infusing her with encouragement for something. I didn't make any comments and after handing over the pots with dessert and having them sit back down, Sonia took the word. 'Kids... there's something I want to tell you...' said Sonia, with difficulty. She looked at Elena, who slightly moved her head, asking her to continue and my old friend's gaze focused on my eyes again. 'Marco... you know me. When we worked together, I told you everything about myself... and now... I want to ask a favor.' Marisol was intrigued, almost dropping the ice cream on the table. 'Tell us!' insisted Marisol, very worried. Sonia looked at Elena again, who seemed to be obliging her to say more words. 'Okay!' she said, escaping Elena's gaze and taking my hands. 'Look, Mari... I know we haven't been very close... but as a woman, you can understand me... what's happening, Marisol... is that I'm going to turn 34 years old... and what I wanted to ask you for a favor was...' 'Yes?' asked Marisol, seeing my companion cut herself off. Elena insisted, moving her head, urging her to dare. 'I wanted to ask you... if you would lend me your husband one night... so he would let me get pregnant.' She left us speechless and I was petrified. My wife's stupor, however, didn't last long. 'Of course!' responded Marisol with a lively tone and giving her an effusive hug. 'When do you want it? Do you want it tonight?' 'No... look...' she managed to respond, relieved that my wife wasn't angry. And then I saw her. I felt like I was running out of strength. Although my wife was more than willing, I needed to know the reasons. Elena looked at me annoyed. 'What? Are you going to tell me you don't want it?' But Sonia asked for calm. Even Marisol had gotten angry with me. 'Excuse me' Because it's so sudden! Exclaimed Sonia, worried about my attitude. But I'm already running out of time.
Sonia has always been very organized. After leaving university, she had planned to work and travel until she was 30 years old, then enjoy life. Later, she would start a campaign for marriage and by the age of 35, wanted to have a child.
When I asked her why she had drawn up such a plan, she emphasized that unlike men, women can safely have children until they are 40 years old and if she embarked on a sentimental relationship, it would take 2 or 3 years to truly get to know her partner.
But... what about artificial insemination? What about you and Elena? I asked, seeing that Elena accepted but at the same time was bothered by the favor they were asking of me.
Sonia looked more disheartened.
We've thought it over... but it's very expensive. Then she took Elena's hand. I've asked for permission and Elena wants it too. I want to be a mom too, Marco! (she started crying sadly) Mari tells you about your little ones and I want to feel life growing inside me, Marco, do you understand?
But what about me, Sonia? I asked very complicatedly.
I know and I'm sorry! But we won't ask for maintenance if you don't want it... nor will we make you acknowledge it if you don't desire it. But I'm asking this favor... (tears were streaming from her eyes) as your closest friend, Marco. Can you help me?
I couldn't resist. Sonia had helped me many times.
And after keeping a bit of silence while they all looked at me, the only thing I could say to her was... Can I think about it?Next post
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