POST-WAR LAUGHTER CRISISSandro, take us to Paradise," Linda asked the driver, who was lying down in the car, calmly unaware of what had happened inside the mansion.Sandro put on his cap, still a bit groggy from the interrupted sleep. Otávio went around the car and opened the door for his mother to enter, then opened the other door for Clara and the housekeeper to enter as well."But Megan's car..." Clara started to say as the car pulled out of the garage."Leave it there, dear. Sandro will pick it up tomorrow morning. We're only leaving now because when he recovers, God help us!" Linda reassured her about the car."What happened?" Sandro finally understood that something serious had happened. Otávio, beside him, explained:"Clara attacked Gerard.""What?!" Sandro shouted inside the car, his strong, deep voice bouncing around in the small space of the imported car. "What are you talking about? Is he hurt?""You'll crash the car, man, just drive!" Linda insisted, looking back to see i
AN UNUSUAL BOY"Otavio, as expected, did not react at all. He simply turned his back and left, leaving them laughing. Only then Clara recovered from the laughter that had overtaken her. Wiping the tears of laughter, she left the room and followed him. He had gone to his room, she saw when he closed the door. Fully recovered and thinking she might have offended him in some way, after all what they had gone through, especially his mother, was not funny at all.Giving three light knocks on the door, she entered."Otávio," she called, and he was standing in the room, pulling off his shirt. This momentarily left her static. He was in his room, and she was invading his privacy.Otávio turned to her, not seeming to mind her invading his personal space, with one raised eyebrow, he looked at her. It was so rare for him to look directly into her eyes, and being so comfortable, seeing that she was standing there speechless, he sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes. Clara approached m
TRANSACTING, NOT FOR PITY'S SAKEClara needed to distract her mind a little and there was nothing better than being among new friends, celebrating, having fun to forget the tension of the day and hours ago. Everything still seemed like a painful echo in her mind. So many things to think and reflect on, and one of them was the fact that Lara wouldn't let go of her drink."Hey, mister hair, so glad you made it!!!", Cannibal shouted from inside the pool, greeting her happily. She still couldn't believe she would live there; it seemed like a wonderful dream."Damn, girl, you took too long for your own party, man!" Dercy, foul-mouthed, in a swimsuit inside the hot tub, smiled at her."Thank you, friends, you have no idea how happy I am to be here with you and be a part of Paradise," she shouted for everyone to hear. A champagne glass was placed in her hands and she didn't even know by whom. Raising the glass, she thanked them. "Thank you so much for accepting me here!""Cheers!!""Hooray!!
AN EFFICIENT HANDICAPPED PERSONClara grabbed two beers from the fridge and followed Frank to his house, number eight. It was quite far from the main house, and their friends continued to party and have fun without even realising that the two of them had left. Frank's house was like Otávio's, quite similar, but with different furniture. Like most of the houses there, you entered the living room first. The colours were warm, nothing sober. A wonderful painting took up a good portion of the entry hall wall, its bright colours brightening up the room alongside a console table that also exploded in colours with natural flower vases. A perfect combination of colours that matched each other, making the room cosy."Your house is so beautiful, Frank!" Clara exclaimed, looking around. The fluffy red carpet made her feet disappear into it, and the girl took off her sandals and left them aside."I'm glad you like it. I love my house, and if I could, I wouldn't leave it.""I understand. I'd also
BE CAREFUL WITH THE SCREWSFrank wasn't ready, and she was quick to act, as she was salivating at the thought of sucking him. He gasped, and she stopped, thinking she had hurt him in some way, but when he pulled her hair towards him so she could engulf him again, she sucked him slowly, savoring every long slurp and causing the guy to let out a loud, prolonged moan, with her hair still between his fingers.Frank was leaning against the wall, standing, and Clara was letting him dictate the speed as he pulled her hair and pushed her, setting the right speed so as not to hurt him. With his jaw clenched, he felt his body tremble."God... Clara..." He shuddered all over, about to come, and she knew it, feeling his vibrations change as she sucked him whole, the cock almost reaching her throat.Frank pulled her harder, coming out of her mouth just as she was about to complain, but he was sweating and she stopped and didn't insist."Sorry, it's been a long time, and I know I won't last long."
CONTRACEPTIVE IMPLANTClara and Frank had fun for a few more hours and were both exhausted when they went to take a shower together."My goodness! I don't even know what to say, except this, my goodness!" Frank laughed at her, both under the powerful showerhead, luckily the box was spacious enough to allow them to share the shower together.Clara took the sponge from his hand, turned him around and began to scrub his back."Then it's my turn," she warned him. "Wow, you can see the screws under your skin, Frank!"While she scrubbed and depending on the position he took as she turned him around to pass the sponge, the object under his skin could be seen perfectly, and you could almost see the screw ridges, the embedded striations on it. "That's cool. And does it hurt?" Clara ran her fingers over his skin."No, fortunately it's painless now, and in the part that I believe you're touching, it's kind of numb. Are you done?""Yes, now it's my turn," she turned around, gave him the sponge, a
B.Ó?The girl only managed to open her eyes at ten in the morning and jumped out of bed upon hearing Dalia's voice."Hi!" she shouted, greeting the woman. Startled by the events of the previous night, everything came to her mind when she saw the woman beside her bed."Good morning, my love, it's okay, sorry for scaring you," Dalia approached the centre of the bed, running her hands through Clara's dishevelled hair. "I shouldn't have woken you up.""No, it's okay, I need to wake up. Everything is okay, really, Dalia, Gerard didn't...""Everything's calm, he called me and I didn't answer. None of the dozens of times he called," Dalia said.Clara breathed a sigh of relief and only then noticed the tray of coffee and toast on the bedside table."That's good. Did you make coffee?" Clara put her legs out of bed and picked up the tray with a smile."Don't get too excited," Dalia laughed. "I still don't know how to make breakfast, it was the guy, Frank, who made it and asked me to bring it to
SPECIAL, NO, I AM NOT."Clara, do you think I really need to go see my parents this weekend?" Megan asked as the taxi driver searched for an alternative route in the chaotic morning traffic."Only you can decide that, Meg. They're your parents. Do you miss them?""Of course I do! But they keep insisting that I go to church, talking about so-and-so, throwing in comments about my sexuality. You know, it just wears me out.""I know how that feels, friend. But regardless of how they act towards you, they're still your parents, right?""Yeah. I think I'll go see them next weekend.""Do you want me to go with you?""Obviously, what kind of question is that?"Both laughed, because every time Megan visited her parents, Clara went with her."Even though they'll keep comparing me to you, it's still better than going there alone.""I don't know why they compare you to me. I've never talked to them about my sexuality, whether I'm straight or not, and yet they still compare us," Clara said, though
TWO YEARS LATER"It may seem like many people say that, but I'm being completely sincere when I say you are the most beautiful pregnant woman I have ever seen!" Clara exclaimed as Megan entered her apartment."I hope she believes you, Clara, because I tell her the same thing every day and she doesn't believe me," Gregory said, entering behind his eight-month pregnant wife, who waddled with her pregnant swagger."I believe you, Greg, but when his godmother says it, I'm happy too," Megan said, sitting down with some effort and with Gregory's help. The two had been married for a year and seemed to be in a constant honeymoon phase. "Friend, I also never tire of saying that your apartment is the most beautiful I have ever seen.""I'm obliged to agree, and Dália helped me furnish it.""Dália has incredible taste, doesn't she?""Yes, look at this painting!" Clara pointed to the wall where a beautiful landscape canvas was hanging. It was exactly the painting of Paradise – she says it's for me
SO MUCH OLDER.When they left, Dália and Linda were buzzing with excitement, practically ready to take flight. Linda made calls to catering services, wanting everything to be perfect, and sent messages in the group, warning everyone and threatening anyone who thought about leaving tonight, as she wanted everyone present.Lara sent an audio message, saying she was heading to Márcia's house right now and promised to drag her along by her hair if she had to. Everyone responded with laughing and laughing emojis.Clara was practically dragged to the main house by Linda and Dália. Priscilla was already there with her boyfriend and their daughters, busy cleaning and organizing the house for the party later.Frank tried to help as much as he could, Jânio had left work to assist everyone, and Megan pulled Clara aside to tell her that this party would be good to get them out of the slump they were in. It was Clara's father's call that reminded her that she was supposed to be on her way to his h
RESCUEShe locked the living room door, trembling at the thought of him showing up, knowing she would hit him if he appeared there now. She paced around the room like a caged lioness. Hurt, devastated, and feeling dirty. She felt like the dirtiest woman on the face of the earth.Dália must have seen the lights on in her living room because minutes later she knocked on her door. And she only opened it because she recognized her friend's voice."Why was your door locked?" Dália asked as soon as she entered. "I couldn't sleep thinking about Jaqueline and Márcia, can you believe it? I'm going to make some coffee."Her friend didn't look at her and didn't notice how bad she was feeling. Clara thought it was better that way and shouted from the living room."Okay, I'll get ready and take a shower, and then I'll come to the kitchen."She really needed a shower and took a long one, hoping that the water would wash away some of her pain and anguish down the drain, and that her eyes wouldn't be
THERE ARE OTHER PLEASURES IN LIFE.And that's exactly how it went. Clara had a sleepless night. It was past midnight, and she was still stressed, thinking about how casually he had mentioned talking to her father, solving the problem, just like that. But by one in the morning, her feelings had changed, and she felt like a fool for getting upset and kicking him out of her house simply because he had said he would never have sex with her, ever! What kind of woman was she, getting rid of a man just because he said he would never sleep with her?But at two in the morning, she reconsidered. No, it wasn't about sex! The harsh reality of her situation with Otavio was that it was messy and strange. Perhaps deep down, she knew that it would have to come to an end someday. It wasn't about sex, it wasn't a relationship, it wasn't what they had. She knew that one day it would have to end, and now seemed just as good a time as any. A breaking point could come at any moment, even now.Reality final
I AM AT MY LIMITDália messaged her shortly after, and she thought it was Dália who was turning the doorknob."Hi, my dear. Is something wrong?""Was it you at my bedroom door?" she asked."No, I'm already in bed, but I was there about twenty minutes ago, and Otávio was mopping the living room. Is everything okay?""No. We had an argument, Dália.""I understand.""I don't want him in my house anymore. Please let him know that he needs to go back to his own house.""I will, don't worry."After a sleepless night, she left her room and saw that the living room was sterile clean, but he wasn't there. Thank goodness for that. But his mother was there because the smell of fresh coffee was coming from the kitchen."Good morning," she greeted her friend, who along with Linda, was sitting at the table having breakfast."Good morning. Are you feeling better?" Dália asked, concerned."Yes. I'm feeling better now.""Was it one of his quirks?" Linda asked."No, Linda. I got upset when I joked with
YOU DON'T SLEEP HERE ANYMORE!"I still can't believe it," she said, lying on his chest in the morning. "I don't even feel the urge to drink.""God, that's the best thing I've heard in centuries," Lipe said, his voice husky and smiling."I didn't sleep with Murilo, Lipe. I know I've said it already, but I want to emphasize it.""It's okay, love. I believe you, okay?""Especially because I could only think of you since I left the hospital, and my mind was filled with thoughts of you all the time.""Lara, I'm so happy, and it's so unbelievable to me that I feel like I might be dreaming, you here with me, telling me that you love me." He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her with shining eyes."I don't understand why it's so hard to believe. I'd be crazy not to love you, love. I may be dependent, but I'm not insane. You're the most incredible guy who has come into my life, and it would be me not believing that you could love me. I just have to be grateful to the universe for
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SURE IN MY LIFE"Are you not going to visit her at the farmhouse?" Clara probed."I'm not that evolved," he replied, smiling to the side."I don't understand," she said."She stayed at my house the day she was discharged from the hospital, Clara, and left in the morning without saying goodbye, just leaving me a note on the fridge saying she would spend a few days at the farmhouse. I could have taken her there, but she called Murilo. They're together at the farmhouse now, and my concern is that he and she, well... they degrade themselves sexually. I'm sorry for telling you this, but you've gone out with her to Jânio's parties and you've seen how she uses sex to vent," he explained."Oh my God, Lipe. I'm so sorry," Clara wanted to cry upon hearing that, imagining how much the young man was suffering."I guess deep down, I worry that she will resort to old habits that will lead her to relapse, you know, and she has struggled so much to get clean," he confided."You a
LIGHTNING STORMMegan was thinking about Gregory even more now. She had stopped stalking him on social media a long time ago. It was too much suffering, why continue to do that, to hurt herself even more?Talking to Clara was always wonderful. It brought her relief and made her feel calm. But when she was alone, the thoughts assaulted her again. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that it might be her ego screaming, that her longing for him was because she couldn't have him, that it was the desire for the forbidden, deep down she knew it wasn't just that. It wasn't a matter of ego; it was love in its most painful and absurd form. It was the love for someone who was already committed, and if he were single, they would be together, end of story. She wouldn't be the mistress for quick encounters, the other woman who patiently or anxiously waits for the married and committed man. She had self-respect and wouldn't lower herself to be the lover who regrets being with the husban
YOU DID THE RIGHT THING!When his plump, warm lips touched hers, the sound of the door being opened concealed her moan. Finally, a woman who valued her bladder!"Let's go to my place," Gregory whispered in her ear, intertwining his finger with hers, and she followed him outside. The woman who entered didn't even notice them there, nor did she notice that there was a man present. Megan walked with him, their fingers still entwined. It was only when they were going down the escalator that it hit her. One: she was walking hand in hand with a married man in the middle of a shopping mall. Two: he said they were going to his house?But she didn't want to ask anything. She feared that if she asked any questions, the enchantment would break, he would change his mind, see reason, and by God, the self-proclaimed moralist feared that. She mentally kicked herself. Rolled her eyes internally at knowing that she was falling for it as well, and this time, fully aware! She was aware that she was acco