When fate acts in favor of love, there is no way to resist! Life has always been surrounded by study and theses. But fate... ah, fate! or love!
View MoreThe thought of eating breakfast sent an unexpected jolt of nausea through my body.stomach. Followed by another stronger one, and a moment later I was out of bed running to thebathroom.Leaning over the toilet, struggling to throw up, I cursed myself for eatinga lot the night before.Matt knocked on the locked door.— Merilee?“Go away.” Embarrassed, I sank to the cold floor. - Leave me alone."M, I want to come in." Let me help."No, I…" I stopped, the need to throw up again. When finally the stomachit was empty, I pressed the flush and scrambled to sit on the closed toilet seat.My stomach was settling, thanks... "Wait a minute," I said, my voice husky. —I am feeling better.Shakily, I got up to wash my face and brush my teeth, then opened the door tofind Matt, naked, leaning against the side wall.“I think I'm fine now,” I explained.Before I could walk towards the bed, he lifted me and carried me a few steps.Before I could walk towards the bed, he lifted me and carried me a
I remembered what Des had said when we were picking out clothes at the store. If youpick this one, girl, then show off in it!So I showed off, in a way I'd never had the courage or even the will.to do before. And the pirate strutted in response, his movements ever more brazen. Allit was so sensual that, yes, it made me think of sex. Dancing with Ray in his Zorro costume had beenfun until he got aggressive, but this time it was totally different.It was just because of the dancing, the music, I told myself as the music changed, umLatin number after another. The Latin dance was sensual. People danced like thatall the time, with confidence and skill. But I had never done that, and what the pirate and Iwe were dancing weren't the familiar steps, we created something of our own that seemed almost...erotic. My nipples were tight and sore and a warm, tempting throb continued topoke between my thighs.Not that I wanted to do anything about it. Not now, right afterMatt and I broke up
We used it for our joint calls was perched in the center of the table, next to avase of dahlias picked in the garden.Beside me, holding my hands, was Matt.Mom, who had rushed home from work earlier, sat down across from us andtook off his shoes. She rubbed her hands together.“This is going to be fun. James,” she said, impatient with Dad, who was rummaging around.in the fridge. - What are you doing?“Er, I forgot what I came here for.She rolled her eyes.“If he doesn't have a microscope, the man can't see.“I can see perfectly well. I just forgot what I'm looking for.“Milk,” she said. “For your grandson. Get used to it, you're going to do this to us a lot.next years.A few minutes later, he placed a glass of milk in front of me, touched the top of myhead in a brief caress, then sat down next to Mom. He examined it carefully.“You're not under a microscope, but you look pretty good for a grandma."Why, you..." Smiling, she gave him a gentle nudge. "Everyone here, and I hopeth
Merilee's voice invaded his fantasies.“Did I mention that one of the gifts at the bachelorette party was a pair of thong-type underwear withleopard print for you, wasn't it?It rocked his fantasy."For God's sake, there's no way I'm wearing a thong like that!""Coward." She straightened in her chair. "If I can, why can't you?"— It's just... I don't know... It looks ridiculous on guys...“Oh, so you've seen a lot of guys wearing this?- A few. In the locker rooms…” He grimaced, and lowered his voice even further. — the dickguy dangling and trapped by a strip of fabric and his ass popping out.Merilee's lips twisted upward as if she was fighting a smile.“My ass is popping out and you don't think that's stupid. And what's upwrong with having your, ah, dick stuck? The color rose in her cheeks. "Do you even have one?"beautiful dick...“Gee, thanks. ’ Knowing she thought so made him swell up again, and he wishedbe able to recover. “But, like, what if a guy gets hard? There's no plac
I told Matt that I wanted him to be honest. And how honest should I be with him?I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but this was important. I swallowed hard and said softly:“You are an easy going person. Most of the time that's fine, but it's like nothingtouched him deeply, you know? You don't show yourself passionate about things."I don't understand what you're saying," he said stiffly.— Yeah, when I was in that bad pain. You were so sweet, taking care of me, andsaid I should see a doctor. When I told you that my mother and mysisters said that colic was normal with menstruation, you backed off. Until at last, in the autumnIn the past, when I was dying, you got all initiative and practicallydragged to the doctor.Poor Matt, he looked so perplexed."Er... Are you saying this was good or bad?" I mean, I know well that a guy doesn'tmust push the woman around, but I was really worried, and I had reason to be,why...“Matt.” I held up my hand. “What you did was good. Yeah, you do
So that was what real betrayal tasted like. Matt left the pool area with a tastebitter in the mouth, feeling like you've been punched in the stomach. Well locked in yourIn his mind were images of the girl he had always loved, the one he was going to marry three years ago.days, laughing and joking with another guy. Going down a water slide with their bodies trapped, embraced,practically naked if it weren't for the wet bathing suits.His hands balled into fists and he wanted to dive into the pool and punch the guy. Butthen he remembered his mother saying: “Violence is never a solution. A strong man neverturn to her”. He was a better man than his father. And so the acidity that corrodedyour stomach.As he hurried back to the cabin, the images continued to race through his mind.and he couldn't erase them. That blonde girl he saw walking towards the pool calledyour attention for being very beautiful. He thought he looked like Merilee. Then he realized it was her,but in a tiny bik
Drinking coffee was better than lying in bed, so Matt got up early. At nightLast year, he had told his mother about the wedding and had to deal with fits of shock, anger andcompassion. She wanted to make him dinner, take care of him, but that was the kind of thing she couldn't do.could handle it, so he thanked her and said he needed to be alone.He thought about calling his friends, but there was no way they would sympathize. After all, alreadythey didn't understand why he wanted to stay with a single girl, much less get married so young.The only person he could talk to at a time like this had lost his mind.So, feeling very, very alone, he went outside and walked for hours, wandering the streetsas the afternoon turned into night. He was still walking when the kids came in.for dinner, while people watched TV or played games outside, and when peopleroom lights were turned off.When at last he felt his body exhausted, he went home and fell into bed, butmanaged to turn off the m
Hours later, after wedding chores, lunch, and morewedding appointments, Mark still hadn't called and I was seriouslydepressed. He'd done his best not to show it, but he knew he hadn't.achieved, because of the silent hugs of solidarity that my sisterscontinued to give me. As unhappy as I was, I enjoyed spending time with them.and feeling that rush of warmth and mutual support.However, I felt terrible about casting a gloomy mood in the last few days beforeMerilee's wedding. The visit to Grandma didn't help either. After her, M became almostas reserved as I am. We could take Grandma to the wedding, but would there beany hope that she was actually “there”?At the end of the afternoon, with the tasks for the day for the wedding completed, we send M toto her room to rest while Kat and I help Tree marinate the meat, potatoesand the onions from what she called “Damien's Aussie BBQ”. After that, wethree of us went to our rooms to have a moment of renewal and peace.I sat at the tab
Monday morning, before leaving for the symposium, Mark called Jenna atprivacy of your room. Nervousness quickened his breathing as he listened to thecell phone call.Has she told her family about Indonesia? How did they react? If they had triedconvince her otherwise, they might as well force her out of sheer perversity. At theHowever, he wanted her to make up her mind for the right reasons.Yesterday, he thought it would be good for the two of them to spend some time apart,step back and think carefully. For him, that time had only made him feelmissing her and even more sure that she should go to Indonesia. What effect did it haveabout Jenna?Finally, her voice rang in his ear, breathless.“Mark?“Good morning, Jenna. I woke you up?“No, I was in the shower when the phone rang.He imagined her naked, in a steam-filled bathroom, and felt the predictable reaction.“Ah, how evil.She giggled.“I'm just telling the truth, like you always do.He smiled and appreciated the fact that s
If someone had asked me a week ago, I would have said I would never be seen buying one of those bridal magazines. However, the expert on the subject – my newlywed secretary – told me it was impossible to plan a wedding without resorting to them.Of course, I had managed to organize my wedding without the help of any of those glossy magazines, but look at the result. A fleeting episode of three months of marriage that marred my thirty-two years of immaculate singleness.Ironically, it was now up to me, with a little help from my sisters Kathleen and Janaina, to plan the perfect wedding. Two weeks in advance.No, not mine, it doesn't stop me from making mistakes, but I've been trying my hardest not to repeat this one, so I kind of let go of men.My youngest sister, Marcela, will be the bride who will march down the aisle. A wedding march she's dreamed of ever since, at the age of five, she threw engaged Barbie into Ken's arms.Marcela is going to marry Matheus, her soul mate since high ...
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