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2024-10-29 19:42:56Sometimes, Silvia forced herself to stop and ponder about the schizophrenia of sorts that had taken over her life.
In what she called the real world, a friend introduced her to one Guillermo, a lovely guy a little older than her, divorced with two children, that didn’t have her at hello but five minutes later. He had a keen mind, liked classic rock like her and had golden hips when it came to dancing and sex.
At the same time, on internet’s wonderland, she still stayed in touch with that beautiful, talented man called Jim Robinson, who had turned out to be that other guy, Jay, her emotional rescue when she’d broken up with Pat.
She loved the artist like she considered they were to be loved: with respect, admiration and no real desire whatsoever.
And she kept growing fond of Jay, her hot, funny, rude pal who had become her intellectual challenge.
She would never know what she’d changed in her way to address Jim when she started dating Guillermo
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Silvia almost missed her flight, too absorbed staring at the tiny thing on the table before her.What on God’s green earth was that thing doing there, and in her keep?That white-gold band with a little, discreet diamond.An engagement ring.That frigging coward! Throwing it at her from ten feet away!But no matter the delivery method, Jim had given it to her.His mother’s, he’d said.Bring it back, he’d said.She felt lucky her brain was able to register the last boarding call. She looked up, startled, and jumped to her feet. She was about to hurry away when she remembered the ring. Actually, it was more like feeling a leash tugging at her neck, stopping her from walking away from the table.She spun around on her heels and scowled down at the damned thing.“You…” she growled.The moment she had it in her hand again, she realized how small and light it wa
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“Hurry up or I’m calling a cab!”“Bet you’re dying to do it, you chicken.”“Please, Jay!”Silvia finished raiding the master bedroom one last time, to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything.“Jay!”“Coming.”She snorted and went to canvass the ground floor. She was just done when Jim came down the stairs in no hurry.“Can we go before I have a heart attack, milord?”“Cool down, woman, we have plenty of time,” he said, grabbing her duffel bag on his way to the front door, where she waited with her rucksack. He paused at the doorway to poke her nose. “Really, such a rush to leave me.”Silvia wasn’t about to explain she was always that upset whenever she had a bus or a plane to catch, so she just scowled at him and followed him out.“Got everything? Tickets, passport?”Silvia ch
