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"How do you say "beautiful boobies" in Turkish? "Lawrence asks Hunter, studying him as if he were a kind of God of perversion.I said more than once that it would be a bad idea to come to the Hooters Hotel and Casino, but, having as company three people who do not make the slightest point of hiding the obsession with the female sex, I was forced to agree to make our first stop at the place where the waitresses parade in short and tight clothes to earn the night's commission.An undeniable fact about Las Vegas is that it is always very easy to be dazzled. Hotels and casinos may seem to tourist eyes like large shopping malls, whose specialty is to sell limited objects and souvenirs. But the more comfortable the environment becomes, the more you spend on slots spread over almost every floor.The Hooters lobby is entirely reserved for games. Slot machines, poker tables, automatic roulette, among others. It is always very easy to feel stimulated by the celebration of others and the loud mu
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The subject is no longer important when the waitress walks to us with the tray full. Just as she did while writing down our order, she details about each sauce and accompaniment of the fried wings, breaded seafood, and cheese balls. When she is about to return to no matter what hell a woman like this can come from, my brother thanks her in the Turkish dialect and ends with the blessed words that Hunter taught.To my joy, the silicone blonde closes her face and moves away quickly. Either she doesn't have the same cold blood as her colleagues in putting up with the cheeky flirtations of customers, or Hunter may have taught an unforgivable swearing. Anyway, it's wonderful to know that such a woman has an advanced intellect."Well done" cantarolo with satisfaction. Next to me, Hunter doesn't even move, pretending total innocence.Lawrence makes a vulgar gesture with his hand."Maybe she's a lesbian.”Penelope doesn't seem to find it too funny in the comparison, but she is pleased not to h
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My tattoo between the thighs awakens with the touch of Hunter's fingers, and when the cart under us leans towards the first descent of the intense roller coaster, my air disappears. The wind whistles through our hair, the voices behind us become sighs loaded with expectation, but still, my senses scream for the lethal exploitation of his fingers, sliding from my skin to my panties.It takes a second for everything to happen, and I take it to decide that I don't care. I don't care about anything but the attention that the man next to me is offering me. It's not about business tonight, just fun.Still on the thin and lacy fabric, Hunter presses that point at the apex between my legs, separating the lips from my intimacy with the pressure of the middle finger, and thus, with a gasp that escapes from the bottom of my throat, the world runs at full speed by the impulse taken by the toy putting itself in motion, and we fall.I don't know if I end up screaming or moaning, but the friction of
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The breath escapes through my lips, and the blood rises to my face, leaving it flushed and warm. My vision crepts, as well as my body, shaking around the ecstasy that flows and drowns my consciousness. The reflection of pleasure in my swollen intimacy makes me shake hands, and one of them is still on Hunter, squeezing more and more as the toy slides through the dark tunnel and returns to its starting point. I shudder, relieved, and still wishing for more.I open my eyes when the sounds of the boarding platform for the toy become deafening, echoed by screams and conversations of the next in line, and the tunnel lights go off at once. I wipe the last tears with one hand and turn to Hunter before pulling the hand that is on him. But I regret looking down, and not at your face, because I realize where my hand was, what I thought was your thigh, and what rises below it.I blush even more, holding the dull laughter and the shame that hits me hard. An ad on our foreheads would be much less e
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I waste precious time looking at my cell phone and Tony's messages informing the activities of the day in the company, as I instructed him to do, and as soon as I close the door, I break into a pilaster in the narrow corridor of the house.Not a real pilaster, but the man who plants himself in the way like a pilaster and does not make the slightest effort to get out of my way. Hunter has his arms crossed, looking at me from above. Your cane rests on the wall, completely forgotten.“What do you want? "I ask, keeping my cell phone."Remember you that we will sleep in the same bed," he replies, seriously.I frown my eyebrows."Who said that? Let's sleep in the same room. You sleep on the floor.”Hunter's expression is slightly debauched, but he doesn't say anything, instead, he stretches one of his hands and pushes my stomach lightly. He pushes me until he makes me turn and hit my back on the wall, and as if by reflection, I raise the unicorn between us. Hunter carefully takes it by my h
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"My mother knows! "I'll soon tell Hunter, intercepting him as soon as he enters my room, distracted and holding my plush.He looks at me with suspicion and turns his attention to Penelope, sitting on the edge of the bed. We hardly had the courage to stay inside the house knowing that my mother would be somewhere diluting her poison, but the dawn outside would not allow us to go out in search of a hotel, even in Vegas. Fatigue, both physical and psychological, had also prevented us from acting recklessly.“She know what? “Hunter asks.I roll my eyes and hit my forehead. What else would I be talking about?“About our wedding!”Hunter releases the air he seemed to keep, clearly less distressed. When he notices the question forming on my face, he takes the trouble to look upset."How did she find out?”"Suzy forgot to warn me not to put the name of Dean's asshole on the wedding spreadsheet," grumbles Penelope, throwing the invitation in the air. "We were so stupid that it hurts.”"doesn't
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Anyway, it's up to me to look away, although your tone of challenge makes me get closer and jump to try to punch your face. He obviously deviates and holds me by the wrists. I'm dragged closer and kicked. With one arm around my waist, he glues his body to mine, touching his skin to my clothes. Suddenly, the fabric looks too thin, and I can accurately say the thickness and temperature of each inch of your body."You will still get into trouble with this habit of not accepting to be opposed to it, Suzy," he comments, ignoring my effort to keep a distance.I stop, trying to blow my hair off my face."And you, for continuing to think you have the right to touch someone without permission "I grumble, pushing your leg against your bandaged knee.The effect is as good as expected. Hunter lets me go and screams, grabbing his knee with both hands, he loses his balance on the other bandaged leg and almost falls, but can hold on to the back of the chair. For a moment, I feel guilty, but the guil
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At the top of the staggering wooden staircase, muffled voices reach me "acute, squeaky sounds, followed by grunts asking for silence. I prepare for whatever surprise it made Penelope drag me out of the house and take me to a three-story event hall.My friend spared herself in not saying anything halfway by car, and in the other half, as we walked along the hot and empty sidewalk, she only remembered that my pot shower would happen this afternoon. When I asked the reason why Hunter wasn't summoned to what I imagined to be a small pre-wedding party, Penelope just said he would be too busy with "boy things".It terrified me even more.Allowing my family to surround him during breakfast had already been a sacrifice. Not that I fear the poison expelled in every provocation of my older brother or my mother. Hunter had a tolerance for indirects that differed a lot from my absorption of offenses. But even if they take your attention talking about favorite games and places in the world, I'm su
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I listen to her steps before she appears on the door frame, balancing herself in high heels that highlight the entire length of her naked thighs.Leaning with one hand on the wall, she watches me for a long time, from where I am kneeling waiting for her, venerating her.She's in no hurry. You know that I am, more than ever, willing to drown in any delight that your newly discovered sexual hunger is inclined to offer me.Therefore, I take this as an invitation to record every inch of her body in underwear made of leather and latex. She is wearing a black bodice with braided buckles that settles around her breasts as the perfect design of a heart, leaving her lap raised and more inviting than she has ever been. Black hair is hidden for some reason under a blonde wig that barely reaches your jaw, but that matches perfectly with your idea of innovation.I'm pretty sure I have my eyes shining when I notice the garter belt that connects in her tiny panties, considering that she worries about
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“Listen, Mika. I want you to calm down. This is nothing but drama and emotional blackmail, it's soon over. And Grandma hit you for believing she's not strong. Have you ever thought how many times she and our mother fought and kept talking?”"This is not about mom," she sighs, calming down. "Our grandmother is dying, Suzy. She doesn't have any more time. She can't worry anymore. You can no longer have to stay away from your grandchildren because they are contrary to what her daughter wanted. She always wanted us to have someone to take care of us, but she also believes that this someone has to be a man, and all I want is to offer her some comfort before it's too late and that this guilt tear me apart inside.”That's what it is.Guilt made me make hasty decisions, but if I had had another choice... If I could have prevented the worst things in my life from happening... I understand what my sister means, but I can't help but shudder.My family is too conservative for a woman who succeeds
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TWO MONTHS LATER“Something tells me that there are two very hungry people, Suzy... "sing Gabby when she appears through the door with two dormant packets in her arms.Gabby invades the office of my apartment without worrying about the cardboard boxes that guard my future move, and that lined up in the four corners of the walls, smiling openly even with the uncomfortable crying of two children at the same time. They are wrapped in wraps of the same color, because I didn't want to prematurely define the color my children should use "like blue for Adam and pink for Eylem; both are in red.I ask Gabby about Hunter's whereabouts, in which she gestures with her shoulders, going around the table so I can carry the babies. She says that my husband may be in the bath, or in the room he has been using as a studio for his photos, or simply resting. She cheerfully nods to Colton and Penelope sitting in front of me, both with expressions of pure charm when seeing the babies.Penelope sighs passio
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Long before I met Jonathan, I tried to deal with my problems with oblivion, with ignorance. Because I thought that not admitting something could make it less true. So I didn't admit my mistakes, and I didn't see the mistakes in others, because that way it was easier to continue acting naturally even with the chaos in my head.This caused me problems in the future, made me sick and weakened. I filled my head with unnecessary occupations. On the other hand, I learned several languages, traveled the world to graduate as many courses as I could, I got a chance to show everyone who blamed me that I could be better than that. But inside, there has always been the shadow of a child hidden in my tangle of memories. There has always been instability.I open the door that takes me to the leisure area of the roof, where the water in my pool is motionless and apparently very cold. The large window that allows me to see the sky is open, blowing a cold breeze against my loose hair, pushing it to my
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No one dares to even give a peep while watching, stunned, the long and intense kiss that Mikaela steals from Penelope.Not even Colton, whose act is limited only to taking a step back, looking away and leaving. He takes the glass of some drink in his hand in a hurry to go out the door, without caring about the looks that move to accompany him. I can't see her face, because he passes through the door with his head down, but the strength with which he hits her says a lot about what Penelope's inertia before the kiss may have meant to him.Penelope, however, is the first to recover from the shock, and what she does next almost allows us all to hear Mikaela's heart breaking.She is reluctant for a second, but ends up pushing Mikaela away, pushing her with a touch of delicacy on her shoulder, just before looking for Colton. When she realizes that he is not, Penelope curses some profanity and passes by Mikaela as if she were just a stone on the way. In a single second of impetus, my friend
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"You only live once," rehe rehetes Nicole, another friend of ancient times. "It was always this phrase that Glenda used for us to agree to do something stupid.”“Nothing has changed! "Exclaims Samantha in a muffled scream, putting her shell-shaped hands in her mouth.Only three of my best friends at school could be here right now. I made the invitation to everyone because I remember that they made my wedding one of the best brands of my life. And the best part about this is that they are all already married, or with children, and offered to take care of me in the postpartum period."How are you feeling about waiting for the babies, Hunter? “My father asks.“Nervous”Glenda laughs."If Suzy hadn't been so exaggerated, she would have had one baby at a time," she scolds in a mocking tone."I just need to know the formula to get far away from a twin pregnancy. It's my husband's dream, "laments Samantha."Stay away from the Turks," I warn.Hunter slides an arm around my body, wrapping me e
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"It's great to have all of you here tonight," I say when I raise a glass of juice. "It's not a Thanksgiving day, but it's a meeting with the most important people in my life, and the last time I'll see you for a while.”My pregnancy will not reach the thirty-seventh week, like the pregnancy of a single baby, and that is why I had the choice to prepare for hospitalization in the maternity hospital with almost eight months of gestation. Recognizing this left me panicked at first, but I already knew that I could not rule out a cesarean section since my exams became more frequent each new month.The babies are big and heavy, my stress "no matter how small it has been in recent weeks" has increased the chances of a premature birth, and my anxiety has not helped in much to ensure my rest. I'm leaving tonight for the maternity hospital, and I chose to have a dinner with friends and family members "the only family that really matters" so that they can give all the positive vibes I need for th
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I observe the funeral silence that seems to observe us as a living form. Nothing but dust and silence, it's all we become after we were dead. How many of these souls will ever find peace?"One day they will cease to exist, dear. They will never be forgotten. We will still be fighting for them. Remember what you told me on our honeymoon?”Hunter gently denies it with his head.“I knew a lot of secrets for you that night.”I give a soothing smile with the memory."And one of them was that if at some point I thought about giving up, I should remember that I still had a world to save. We still have a world to save, Hunt. The world that will be the home of our babies. Don't give it up. Not now.”Hunter retreats slowly, looking at my face as if he were seeing him for the first time. Maybe you are writing down the details and remembering others that may have been forgotten in your period in prison. The anklet deliberately hidden under his jeans shows no sign that he may have problems for bei
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We are in front of one of the cemeteries where unidentified people are buried. Hunter's uncle brought us here this morning, with the intention that I thought was a way to get closer to the family ties they lost over thirty years. It is the worst day anyone could have chosen to visit a cemetery without gates or any privacy, in an open field with a lot of dust and dead trees around.Path hand in hand with Hunter, while his uncle makes his way on the ground and talks about having visited each of the nameless tombs over the years so that he could bring peace even to those who have never had a family to cry about in their graves.It's a windy and terribly humid day, like the prelude to a storm.It's autumn, we are about to enter winter, and even the sun is misleading at this time of year. I'm wearing a scarf and above all, my body temperature has dropped faster than usual, and I'm always thinking of a way to protect my babies at all costs; even if the evil to be fought are the strong winds
