JOINT CLEANINGLipe was worried about Lara. He hadn't talked to her anymore after she slept at his house. He called her several times throughout the day, but she didn't answer or return his calls.He was at Dalia's house, measuring the walls for the furniture he would make for her, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking that Lara might be out there drinking or going through something and needing help.He knew her well enough to know that she wasn't the type to ask for help. She tended to push away people who offered to help her."Lipe, can you also measure some parts in the backyard where I want to have a gourmet kitchen?" Dalia interrupted his thoughts."Sure, Dalia, but don't you think it's better if we focus on the living room and bedrooms first?""That could work, but I'm anxious to have everything measured so we can start gradually making the furniture. Lipe, do you think it will take a long time for the furniture to be ready after the renovation I'm doing?""
OVERALLS, THE FAVOURITE OUTFITLipe was touched by his friends' attitude. He observed everything, helped them clean up the big house from all the drinks, and was also shocked by how much alcohol they consumed. When his friends mentioned that they would be more mindful of their drinking, he decided he wouldn't drink anymore. He loved juice and soda, so he would replace the beer he used to drink every night when he got home with a healthy juice. He would do this not only for Lara but for his own health as well.Lara was oblivious to what was happening. She was taking her first steps towards sobriety. Megan called her to tell her about the news that Cilmo had given them.Megan told her they had to celebrate on Saturday, that everyone would be at the big house, and the party would go on until morning because it was a big day.Lara politely declined the invitation.Lipe was touched by his friends' attitude. He observed everything, helped them clean up the big house from all the drinks, and
NIGHTMAREPatrick was not made of steel, and upon seeing that upturned, firm, and waiting black ass, he lowered his pants to his knees, approaching her. Before penetrating her, he pulled her hair, holding strands in his closed hand, pulling hard, causing the girl's head to look up, and only then did he enter her.The first thrust was deep and forceful."Damn, this is delicious!" he said loudly. "I missed this warm and tasty pussy so much."He thrust without stopping and with force."I don't care if you're going to like it or cum, you whore. I just want to relieve myself of you, understand?!" He pulled her by the waist with one hand and almost pulled her hair out with the other.Lara gritted her teeth at his savage invasion, her pussy squeezing his dick."God, what are you doing to my dick, you bitch?" he moaned and moaned every time she squeezed her internal muscles, slowly releasing and squeezing again, laughing as she watched the guy lose it."Fuck, I'm going to cum... ahhhh..."Pat
FIRST STEPSAnd as before, Lara slept for hours. She didn't understand what was happening, but the important thing was that she was sleeping, and that's what mattered.She found Lipe in the kitchen preparing breakfast."Hi," he said, stepping away from the stove where he was making scrambled eggs and kissed her forehead. "I don't know how to make pancakes.""That's fine with me," Lara sipped coffee from her cup, sat at the table, and drank slowly."You look so beautiful in my shirt.""Oh, sorry for taking it without asking.""I don't mind, I actually like it. It looks better on you than on me."Lipe put the eggs on plates and placed them on the table, sitting down as well."I also want to apologise for invading your house so late and getting into your bed," she spoke without lifting her eyes from the delicious eggs."Lara, it's okay, really. You can come over whenever you want. My doors will always be open to you."They had breakfast in silence, with her relieved to know that she coul
SURPRISE!Saturday arrived, and with it, a lot of joy in the big house with the celebration that all the friends from Paradise Condominium would have. They were all excited.Lara was supposed to have started the medication that Dr. Frederico, the general practitioner, had prescribed her the day before, but she was procrastinating out of fear. Fear of what her life would be like without alcohol. She had been drinking for so many years that she didn't know who she would be sober. The doctor had explained to her about the side effects of the medication he prescribed, and that didn't scare her as much as the idea of the new person she would be when sober. She was drinking less than usual, just enough to avoid aggressive withdrawal symptoms and not behave the way she did when she drank excessively. She went to help clean the big house for the party they would have that night. Linda, Megan, Cilmo, Clara, and she cleaned the house from 6 a.m. to 4 p.m. They splashed water everywhere, moved f
PARTY IN PARADISE"Mother, grandma, I'm free!" It was Priscilla's greeting, and it seemed abnormal that a person could produce tears so quickly. Priscilla's eyes filled up rapidly and leaked out just as quickly, as she looked solely at her mother and grandmother.Vanda fell to her knees on the grass, and Linda kept repeating, "No, no, no..."Priscilla approached them and embraced both her mother and her grandmother. Her mother clung to her knees, howling like an animal, while Linda held onto her granddaughter, continuing to repeat the mantra, "No, no, no..."Over ten minutes passed with the three generations of women embracing. They kissed each other on the cheeks, on the forehead, on the neck, and Linda now changed her vocabulary and replaced it with, "My little girl, my child, my baby."The friends said nothing; only Paco didn't cry. Absolutely everyone else cried while observing the women embracing.Priscilla was forty-two years old and resembled her mother greatly. Her hair was sh
HARD TRUTHSSávio didn't mention it again, and when they arrived at the motel not far from the condominium, he chose a suite with a whirlpool bathtub and a pool."Hmm, what a good room choice. You seem excited, huh?" she joked when he received the key from the receptionist."I hope you don't have an early commitment tomorrow, girl, because seeing you at the party tonight has left me permanently hard."Clara didn't want to think about Otávio anymore that night, and even though she had asked Sávio to change the subject, she spent the whole way thinking about the guy watching her drive away. Wondering what he was thinking, knowing where she was going and what she would do. But when Sávio told her how excited he was for her, the excitement also took hold of her, and Otávio was forgotten, at least for now."Hmm, now I'm even more turned on," she said to Sávio, turned to him while still in the car, and placed her hand on his crotch. Even through his pants, she could feel his erection. "What
SHARELara had indeed gone to Chácara Amanhã, but she arrived there drunk.Just the thought that the party was happening in the condominium made her heart race, and the desire to drink almost killed her. She hadn't planned on drinking, of course not, especially since she was going to a place where nobody drank and they struggled to stay sober, but she brought a small bottle just in case.She also brought the medication prescribed by the doctor, but she hadn't started the treatment yet.She asked Márcia to take care of her house and left. She called a taxi and arrived at Chácara Amanhã at five o'clock and this time was greeted by Murilo. She hadn't noticed how handsome he was the first time she was there. Polite, like everyone there, he took her to the main hall, where most of the residents or those who didn't live there stayed.Soon the others came to greet her with welcoming smiles. Roger told her she could stay there over the weekend if she wanted to.Some were still working in the
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