The next day I woke up feeling so rested and good. The bed was so comfortable. I opened my eyes a little and the sun had already come out, shining brightly, it didn't adjust to my gaze, so I closed them again and told myself I'd sleep for a bit more, it didn't matter. I wanted to stretch and loosen up my muscles but couldn't. Or maybe I could have, in my half-asleep state, I'm sure I wanted to but I don't know if I did, it didn't feel the same as always.
I didn't know what time it was but, anyway, I closed my eyes again and fell asleep for a bit more. The bed was so nice.
A little while later I heard Mariana's voice, soft like many other times, waking me up beside me in bed, My love... my life... wake up, my life...
I opened my eyes and saw her there, close by. She smiled softly and I returned the smile. I couldn't focus very well, I was still half asleep.
Ay, my love... if... if... hello, my life, hello, hello..., she said with a broken voice and I saw that her eyes were starting to fill up with tears. What was wrong?
I wanted to answer but couldn't, my throat was dry. I tried to swallow but couldn't because it was so dry, it hurt. I felt Mariana touching my arm and caressing me. How nice.
Don't talk, my love, don't talk... just relax, okay? Everything is fine... don't worry, she said.
I started looking around everywhere and my eyes began to focus a bit more, I wasn't as sleepy anymore. I started waking up and saw that we weren't at home, it looked like a hospital room. I looked back at Mariana and saw her better, my sleep was clearing up. Had she changed her hair? Was she going out?
Mariana smiled, wiping the tears from her face, You're in the clinic, Juan Carlos... don't worry. I'm here and now Dr. Menéndez is coming... he's a love, an expert... don't worry about anything, okay?
I told her yes very much Softly with the head to calm her because I wanted to talk again and couldn't. If I was fine and she was crying... why would she tell me not to worry? The doctor Menéndez will tell you everything soon, if?, he smiled, It's beautiful to see you open your eyes... I wanted to say something new and couldn't again, so I moved my hand but she won him and took it, caressing it, Don't worry... we'll talk too, okay? Calm down... it's a delicate topic... it's been a little time, my life... I didn't know what the hell he was talking about. I didn't know why I woke up there and not in my bed. In fact, I didn't know why I was waking up with Mariana and not with Soledad, in her bed. What the hell did I do last night? Did I drink that much? Seriously? Had I done something with Mariana again? What would I tell Soledad? I heard the door to the room open but couldn't see well yet from so far away. If I heard a guy's voice, which filled the room with sound and almost startled me, had a very lively and cheerful tone, JUANCA! What are you doing, man? What happened? Did you fall off the bed? Finally you woke up, champion! I saw Mariana smile at the guy and saw him approach until I could finally see him clearly. He was a bald guy with a police-style mustache, half-fat and with a ear-to-ear smile. He had a white doctor's coat behind him that I couldn't see well. And I couldn't see well because the guy in white came up to my face and put a light in my eyes, Let me see... how are you? How do you feel? He is Dr. Menéndez, my love..., I heard Mariana say to me. I wanted to answer something and couldn't, the guy kept looking at me with the light as if he was pinching my arm or something like that. I imagine you must be feeling like the orrrrto... hahaha..., he told me and laughed. Finally, he took the light out of my eyes and I saw him smiling happily at me. He immediately liked me. I don't know why, just like Valentín did at the time. He looked at me for a few seconds while writing something in a notebook and smiled, Yes, you have no idea who I am and don't even know me... but I've known you for almost a year, dad....
I wanted to swallow and couldn't.
Mariana went to talk to Menéndez a little further away while two guys in blue aprons started attending to me. They stayed like that for a long time, no idea what they were doing to me, then everyone left and I was alone with Mariana. That's when she started telling me everything, slowly and calmly. We had time.
She told me that according to what she had been able to find out later, the ones who attacked me were friends of Benja from Jose C. Paz. Apparently, when it got around that Benja's wife's husband had beaten up the villager and sent him to the hospital, they decided to take revenge. Benja was left ruined and stupid, probably in a wheelchair for life thanks to Valentín's beating, and these guys decided to collect their debt or kill the husband, didn't matter. What they didn't know was that while my husband was me, it was actually Valentín who got beaten up. And I had him killed. In Mariana's chats with Benja, she must have slipped in that I was his wife and he must have told his friends. Mariana asked me please not to tell Valentín this ever because he would die of guilt and he didn't have anything to do with it. She also didn't want what she used to do before meeting him to come out.
I had been saved by Don Julio and another neighbor who ran into the garage and scared them off just in time. They took me to the nearest hospital in the neighborhood and kept me alive for days, but doing nothing. The doctors there said I had brain death, that they couldn't do anything. Eventually, they recommended to Mariana that she sign the papers to disconnect me and let me go. But she didn't swallow it and always refused. authorization. They only stopped messing with her when they threatened to take them to court and sue the hospital and doctors personally if they didn't stop.
Finally, she managed to get me out of that hospital and bring me to this specialized clinic, moving some of her contacts, where she met Dr. Menéndez and started taking care of me from then on. She told me that everyone came to visit me, including my brother who lives in the United States, who came a few days later. At first, they took turns staying with me between Soledad, Valentín, and sometimes even Miri to keep me company, but the one who was always with me the most was Soledad, especially towards the end.
To pay for the clinic and my treatment, Mariana sold my Mercedes. I loved that car and it saddened me to hear that. She also moved permanently with Valentín and Miri to the apartment next door and started renting out our own. Thanks to her contacts and Valentín's oil industry connections, she rented it out temporarily to high-ranking executives and lawyers from Venezuela, the United States, and the Middle East who came for business. They paid ridiculous amounts in dollars. That was what she asked for.
Smiling sweetly, she also told me that she had left pregnant with Valentín and had just given birth to a baby boy named Héctor. She showed me pictures and I have to admit I smiled. Seeing them so happy and Mariana too, as a mom, despite the unusual situation.
She told me to start my recovery, that I would be fine soon, and that when I got out of the clinic, she would stop renting the apartment for me to move in. I shook my head and said it wasn't necessary. I wanted to tell her that when the time came, I could stay with Soledad at her place, like I had been doing, but I didn't know how to say it. She just smiled.
Mariana left a little later, and soon after, I saw Soledad enter... Mariana had told me she was finally awake. My heart skipped a beat with joy when I saw her, even though it was only yesterday... my sweet love. She started crying when she saw me, rushed to me carefully not to hurt me, and covered me in sweet kisses. She couldn't stop crying from happiness. I couldn't talk yet, but they had me on a tube, but she stayed with me. She stayed with me all night talking to me, caressing me, telling me things. It didn't matter what. All she wanted was to be there with me and talk to me after so long. I listened to her with happiness and love in my chest that disarmed me. My sweet red-haired Venus...
A few days later, I was recovering well and they took out the tube. Menéndez told me (yelled) that I looked better and was recovering. That soon I would start physical therapy and feel better. He was one of those types who believed laughter was the best medicine and always joked with me, teased me, told me jokes or made me play with his boobs or butt with some nurse. And honestly, every day I felt a little better.
Valentín and Miri came too, and brought baby Héctor. They didn't want to bring him before because he was only two months old, but they finally did. He's a precious baby. I looked at them so happy with their new son, conceived with Mariana, that somehow I felt it a little like mine too. Or, at least, responsible since I had given my approval to everything.
I also had long talks with Valentín when he could come visit. Very good talks, man to man and friend to friend. I never told him about the identity confusion, as Mariana had asked me to. He had wanted to steal my car and left it like that. I decided to leave it like that too. Mariana was right. Valentín would have been mortified if he knew, and I saw everyone so happy that I didn't want to spoil things by bringing up what Mariana... he done it with me and I saw him doing it. It seemed like something from another time, another life, not this one.
A while later I turned years old in the clinic. Everyone came to visit me, except Mariana who apologized because she was busy with work things and sent greetings. Soledad stayed hours with me until they told her at the clinic that she had to leave. Because she loved spending time with me. It felt so good.
That night of my birthday Menéndez was also supposed to be there, and suddenly I saw him enter my room looking weird, like he didn't want anyone to see him. He had brought some hamburgers with fries for the two of us and a bottle of whisky and two plastic cups under his arm. I laughed so hard and we spent hours chatting, celebrating my birthday and keeping each other company. In our intimacy and long conversation, I told him several things about this story and asked him to keep it secret and not say anything. He's a great guy.
Once Soledad was with me in the physical therapy room while I was waiting for them to come and do it to me. Just chatting and keeping each other company. When she saw the nurses coming, she said goodbye with a kiss, a smile, and walked away. She ran into Menéndez who was also entering and he held the door open for her, like a gentleman, and said in a sweet, loving tone, But permit me, miss, good afternoon, how are you?
Soledad laughed and let him pass with a smile that was absolutely deadly between her red locks, Oh, thank you very much, what a gentleman...
Menéndez smiled, Please, it was lacking... goodbye, see you soon.
I saw Menéndez stay at the door for a long time to make sure I saw how he was checking out Soledad. The physical therapist came over and started doing exercises when Menéndez finally left the door and came over.
Yo, Juanca, he said, Between the sexy girl of your wife and this sweety... You're a barbarous guy, eh? What son of a slut! The physical therapist burst out laughing. And I finally did too. Finally, they discharged me after two months. I said goodbye to Menéndez with a long hug and the son of a slut made me cry with what he was saying in my ear. I went with Soledad to our department, as Mariana had asked. At first, we all took turns being with me according to our schedules, but eventually I always stayed with Soledad. A while later, one night everyone came, including Soledad who was already practically living there with me, and we had dinner. Valentín, Miri, and Mariana told me that an offer had come up for Valentín's job in Mexico, for a lot of money, and they were evaluating it but would definitely get it. They talked about it a lot and decided they wanted to go. I smiled and congratulated them, really. I saw the three of them well and happy. Mariana pulled me away from dinner at one point and told me alone that she was going to settle the divorce papers and all that, to make it official. That she was leaving her car and her share of our department. It was time for her to start a new life and that, between what Valentín would be earning there, plus what she could find working, plus what they would get from selling Valentín and Miri's department, she wouldn't need anything more. I gave Mariana a huge, tender kiss on the mouth without anyone seeing us. She responded the same way and we stood looking at each other tenderly for a while. I wished her well. Menéndez had told me that recovery would be long. Months, maybe even years, and that I wouldn't be back to one hundred percent like before. Around eighty or so, and that was fine. Because eighty is more than zero. He had told me not to slack off with physical therapy, no matter how much I wanted to quit, and to keep walking. To walk a lot all the time. To go out for a walk in the neighborhood, to a square, to grab a sandwich at a standstill, whatever, but don't I abhor being at home. And mainly, above all things, that Sweetie doesn't stop sucking me.
During my recovery I only broke once. Just once. Mariana, Valentín and Miri had already left for Mexico a long time ago and the apartment was sold to someone I don't know what they do or who he is and almost never see his face. I went out one afternoon with Soledad to walk around here. She was holding my arm slowly. I looked like an old man. I felt like an old man, and weak. I stopped suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk and started crying. I couldn't stop, I had no comfort, I didn't know what I was crying about. Soledad just hugged me and held me back, staying there with me, both of us embracing and her caressing me. Understanding me. Loving me and I loving her. Luckily now, even though I'm not 80 like Menéndez said, I must be around 70 or so. Eighty is the goal. I feel good.
Sometimes Valentín sends me some photos of them over there. They're having fun on the beach, the three of them. The last one he sent was a selfie of the three of them under an umbrella, with Melody and Héctor in their arms. He told me Mariana was already expecting another one, that they had found out a few days ago. I smiled and congratulated him.
Sometimes I start thinking about all the different ways this story could have developed. Doing or not doing something, saying or not saying something, and it would have changed everything. But the truth wouldn't change anything. Seriously. Of course there were moments when I went through very badly. But those moments, along with the good ones, were necessary to build the winding path that left me exactly here, as I am and with who I'm with. And if sometimes I feel a little bad and down, all I have to do is look at Soledad.
Like I'm looking at her now, kneeling next to mine by the lake. We came to Chascomús for the weekend to sightsee and relax. She's got her pregnant belly that's already noticeable and well-defined. She let her hair grow even longer. The blonde tips are caressing that beautiful and swollen belly and I'm smiling. We're going to have a baby, she's already done her studies and we know it. She still hasn't decided on the name.
But I will. Our daughter is going to be named Peace.
I didn't know what time it was but, anyway, I closed my eyes again and fell asleep for a bit more. The bed was so nice.
A little while later I heard Mariana's voice, soft like many other times, waking me up beside me in bed, My love... my life... wake up, my life...
I opened my eyes and saw her there, close by. She smiled softly and I returned the smile. I couldn't focus very well, I was still half asleep.
Ay, my love... if... if... hello, my life, hello, hello..., she said with a broken voice and I saw that her eyes were starting to fill up with tears. What was wrong?
I wanted to answer but couldn't, my throat was dry. I tried to swallow but couldn't because it was so dry, it hurt. I felt Mariana touching my arm and caressing me. How nice.
Don't talk, my love, don't talk... just relax, okay? Everything is fine... don't worry, she said.
I started looking around everywhere and my eyes began to focus a bit more, I wasn't as sleepy anymore. I started waking up and saw that we weren't at home, it looked like a hospital room. I looked back at Mariana and saw her better, my sleep was clearing up. Had she changed her hair? Was she going out?
Mariana smiled, wiping the tears from her face, You're in the clinic, Juan Carlos... don't worry. I'm here and now Dr. Menéndez is coming... he's a love, an expert... don't worry about anything, okay?
I told her yes very much Softly with the head to calm her because I wanted to talk again and couldn't. If I was fine and she was crying... why would she tell me not to worry? The doctor Menéndez will tell you everything soon, if?, he smiled, It's beautiful to see you open your eyes... I wanted to say something new and couldn't again, so I moved my hand but she won him and took it, caressing it, Don't worry... we'll talk too, okay? Calm down... it's a delicate topic... it's been a little time, my life... I didn't know what the hell he was talking about. I didn't know why I woke up there and not in my bed. In fact, I didn't know why I was waking up with Mariana and not with Soledad, in her bed. What the hell did I do last night? Did I drink that much? Seriously? Had I done something with Mariana again? What would I tell Soledad? I heard the door to the room open but couldn't see well yet from so far away. If I heard a guy's voice, which filled the room with sound and almost startled me, had a very lively and cheerful tone, JUANCA! What are you doing, man? What happened? Did you fall off the bed? Finally you woke up, champion! I saw Mariana smile at the guy and saw him approach until I could finally see him clearly. He was a bald guy with a police-style mustache, half-fat and with a ear-to-ear smile. He had a white doctor's coat behind him that I couldn't see well. And I couldn't see well because the guy in white came up to my face and put a light in my eyes, Let me see... how are you? How do you feel? He is Dr. Menéndez, my love..., I heard Mariana say to me. I wanted to answer something and couldn't, the guy kept looking at me with the light as if he was pinching my arm or something like that. I imagine you must be feeling like the orrrrto... hahaha..., he told me and laughed. Finally, he took the light out of my eyes and I saw him smiling happily at me. He immediately liked me. I don't know why, just like Valentín did at the time. He looked at me for a few seconds while writing something in a notebook and smiled, Yes, you have no idea who I am and don't even know me... but I've known you for almost a year, dad....
I wanted to swallow and couldn't.
Mariana went to talk to Menéndez a little further away while two guys in blue aprons started attending to me. They stayed like that for a long time, no idea what they were doing to me, then everyone left and I was alone with Mariana. That's when she started telling me everything, slowly and calmly. We had time.
She told me that according to what she had been able to find out later, the ones who attacked me were friends of Benja from Jose C. Paz. Apparently, when it got around that Benja's wife's husband had beaten up the villager and sent him to the hospital, they decided to take revenge. Benja was left ruined and stupid, probably in a wheelchair for life thanks to Valentín's beating, and these guys decided to collect their debt or kill the husband, didn't matter. What they didn't know was that while my husband was me, it was actually Valentín who got beaten up. And I had him killed. In Mariana's chats with Benja, she must have slipped in that I was his wife and he must have told his friends. Mariana asked me please not to tell Valentín this ever because he would die of guilt and he didn't have anything to do with it. She also didn't want what she used to do before meeting him to come out.
I had been saved by Don Julio and another neighbor who ran into the garage and scared them off just in time. They took me to the nearest hospital in the neighborhood and kept me alive for days, but doing nothing. The doctors there said I had brain death, that they couldn't do anything. Eventually, they recommended to Mariana that she sign the papers to disconnect me and let me go. But she didn't swallow it and always refused. authorization. They only stopped messing with her when they threatened to take them to court and sue the hospital and doctors personally if they didn't stop.
Finally, she managed to get me out of that hospital and bring me to this specialized clinic, moving some of her contacts, where she met Dr. Menéndez and started taking care of me from then on. She told me that everyone came to visit me, including my brother who lives in the United States, who came a few days later. At first, they took turns staying with me between Soledad, Valentín, and sometimes even Miri to keep me company, but the one who was always with me the most was Soledad, especially towards the end.
To pay for the clinic and my treatment, Mariana sold my Mercedes. I loved that car and it saddened me to hear that. She also moved permanently with Valentín and Miri to the apartment next door and started renting out our own. Thanks to her contacts and Valentín's oil industry connections, she rented it out temporarily to high-ranking executives and lawyers from Venezuela, the United States, and the Middle East who came for business. They paid ridiculous amounts in dollars. That was what she asked for.
Smiling sweetly, she also told me that she had left pregnant with Valentín and had just given birth to a baby boy named Héctor. She showed me pictures and I have to admit I smiled. Seeing them so happy and Mariana too, as a mom, despite the unusual situation.
She told me to start my recovery, that I would be fine soon, and that when I got out of the clinic, she would stop renting the apartment for me to move in. I shook my head and said it wasn't necessary. I wanted to tell her that when the time came, I could stay with Soledad at her place, like I had been doing, but I didn't know how to say it. She just smiled.
Mariana left a little later, and soon after, I saw Soledad enter... Mariana had told me she was finally awake. My heart skipped a beat with joy when I saw her, even though it was only yesterday... my sweet love. She started crying when she saw me, rushed to me carefully not to hurt me, and covered me in sweet kisses. She couldn't stop crying from happiness. I couldn't talk yet, but they had me on a tube, but she stayed with me. She stayed with me all night talking to me, caressing me, telling me things. It didn't matter what. All she wanted was to be there with me and talk to me after so long. I listened to her with happiness and love in my chest that disarmed me. My sweet red-haired Venus...
A few days later, I was recovering well and they took out the tube. Menéndez told me (yelled) that I looked better and was recovering. That soon I would start physical therapy and feel better. He was one of those types who believed laughter was the best medicine and always joked with me, teased me, told me jokes or made me play with his boobs or butt with some nurse. And honestly, every day I felt a little better.
Valentín and Miri came too, and brought baby Héctor. They didn't want to bring him before because he was only two months old, but they finally did. He's a precious baby. I looked at them so happy with their new son, conceived with Mariana, that somehow I felt it a little like mine too. Or, at least, responsible since I had given my approval to everything.
I also had long talks with Valentín when he could come visit. Very good talks, man to man and friend to friend. I never told him about the identity confusion, as Mariana had asked me to. He had wanted to steal my car and left it like that. I decided to leave it like that too. Mariana was right. Valentín would have been mortified if he knew, and I saw everyone so happy that I didn't want to spoil things by bringing up what Mariana... he done it with me and I saw him doing it. It seemed like something from another time, another life, not this one.
A while later I turned years old in the clinic. Everyone came to visit me, except Mariana who apologized because she was busy with work things and sent greetings. Soledad stayed hours with me until they told her at the clinic that she had to leave. Because she loved spending time with me. It felt so good.
That night of my birthday Menéndez was also supposed to be there, and suddenly I saw him enter my room looking weird, like he didn't want anyone to see him. He had brought some hamburgers with fries for the two of us and a bottle of whisky and two plastic cups under his arm. I laughed so hard and we spent hours chatting, celebrating my birthday and keeping each other company. In our intimacy and long conversation, I told him several things about this story and asked him to keep it secret and not say anything. He's a great guy.
Once Soledad was with me in the physical therapy room while I was waiting for them to come and do it to me. Just chatting and keeping each other company. When she saw the nurses coming, she said goodbye with a kiss, a smile, and walked away. She ran into Menéndez who was also entering and he held the door open for her, like a gentleman, and said in a sweet, loving tone, But permit me, miss, good afternoon, how are you?
Soledad laughed and let him pass with a smile that was absolutely deadly between her red locks, Oh, thank you very much, what a gentleman...
Menéndez smiled, Please, it was lacking... goodbye, see you soon.
I saw Menéndez stay at the door for a long time to make sure I saw how he was checking out Soledad. The physical therapist came over and started doing exercises when Menéndez finally left the door and came over.
Yo, Juanca, he said, Between the sexy girl of your wife and this sweety... You're a barbarous guy, eh? What son of a slut! The physical therapist burst out laughing. And I finally did too. Finally, they discharged me after two months. I said goodbye to Menéndez with a long hug and the son of a slut made me cry with what he was saying in my ear. I went with Soledad to our department, as Mariana had asked. At first, we all took turns being with me according to our schedules, but eventually I always stayed with Soledad. A while later, one night everyone came, including Soledad who was already practically living there with me, and we had dinner. Valentín, Miri, and Mariana told me that an offer had come up for Valentín's job in Mexico, for a lot of money, and they were evaluating it but would definitely get it. They talked about it a lot and decided they wanted to go. I smiled and congratulated them, really. I saw the three of them well and happy. Mariana pulled me away from dinner at one point and told me alone that she was going to settle the divorce papers and all that, to make it official. That she was leaving her car and her share of our department. It was time for her to start a new life and that, between what Valentín would be earning there, plus what she could find working, plus what they would get from selling Valentín and Miri's department, she wouldn't need anything more. I gave Mariana a huge, tender kiss on the mouth without anyone seeing us. She responded the same way and we stood looking at each other tenderly for a while. I wished her well. Menéndez had told me that recovery would be long. Months, maybe even years, and that I wouldn't be back to one hundred percent like before. Around eighty or so, and that was fine. Because eighty is more than zero. He had told me not to slack off with physical therapy, no matter how much I wanted to quit, and to keep walking. To walk a lot all the time. To go out for a walk in the neighborhood, to a square, to grab a sandwich at a standstill, whatever, but don't I abhor being at home. And mainly, above all things, that Sweetie doesn't stop sucking me.
During my recovery I only broke once. Just once. Mariana, Valentín and Miri had already left for Mexico a long time ago and the apartment was sold to someone I don't know what they do or who he is and almost never see his face. I went out one afternoon with Soledad to walk around here. She was holding my arm slowly. I looked like an old man. I felt like an old man, and weak. I stopped suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk and started crying. I couldn't stop, I had no comfort, I didn't know what I was crying about. Soledad just hugged me and held me back, staying there with me, both of us embracing and her caressing me. Understanding me. Loving me and I loving her. Luckily now, even though I'm not 80 like Menéndez said, I must be around 70 or so. Eighty is the goal. I feel good.
Sometimes Valentín sends me some photos of them over there. They're having fun on the beach, the three of them. The last one he sent was a selfie of the three of them under an umbrella, with Melody and Héctor in their arms. He told me Mariana was already expecting another one, that they had found out a few days ago. I smiled and congratulated him.
Sometimes I start thinking about all the different ways this story could have developed. Doing or not doing something, saying or not saying something, and it would have changed everything. But the truth wouldn't change anything. Seriously. Of course there were moments when I went through very badly. But those moments, along with the good ones, were necessary to build the winding path that left me exactly here, as I am and with who I'm with. And if sometimes I feel a little bad and down, all I have to do is look at Soledad.
Like I'm looking at her now, kneeling next to mine by the lake. We came to Chascomús for the weekend to sightsee and relax. She's got her pregnant belly that's already noticeable and well-defined. She let her hair grow even longer. The blonde tips are caressing that beautiful and swollen belly and I'm smiling. We're going to have a baby, she's already done her studies and we know it. She still hasn't decided on the name.
But I will. Our daughter is going to be named Peace.
9 comentários - Mi esposa, la puta del edificio - Parte 14 (fin)
Es algo que tubo todos los condimentos, para hacer una pelicula.
Tiene erotismo, suspenso,tiene alegrias y tristezas ,ojo ehhh es un buen guion ,pensalo .
FELICITACIONES MUY BUENO
GRATAMENTE SORPRENDIDO, TE FELICITO NUEVAMENTE.
1) se terminó;
2) le dieron pa que tenga y estuvo un año o más, grogui;
3) La Mariana parió a un pibe, que nunca quiso tener con el marido;
4) Se van todos al exterior, como una familia ensamblada;
5) La muy turrita de Mariana, terminó siendo una madre por encargue.
6) ni me quisiera imaginar que vida va a tener y cómo va a justificar que vivan tres juntos;
7) y la Sole, embarazada...
Mucho para el final....
Bueno, todos bien menos Benja. Y Don Julio, nadie piensa en Don Julio. xd
Siempre me pregunté en la vida real que la puede hacer cambiar a una mujer convirtiendo su vida sexual y moral haciendola una máquina.
La corto porque este comentario parece una Novela.... Gracias.
El personaje de Mariana realmente fue el que menos me costó de realizar. Alguien me comento que se había vuelto inmoral cuando salto lo de Soledad, pero para mi siempre fue amoral. Desde siempre. Solamente necesito ese click para sacarlo. Tenia varios rumbos para elegir con Mariana por donde llevarla, algunos bastante mas escabrosos que esto, pero finalmente me decidi por este. Muchas gracias por seguir la historia y saludos!