I waited for Joana’s visit in the morning, but she didn’t come.On the one hand, I was happy about it. It meant that she would at least have that part of the day free to sleep, if she didn't have something important to do in her office. On the other hand, I got depressed. I was getting addicted in the presence of that woman. I barely knew her, and I had the feeling that we had been trying to free myself for years, and that it was only a matter of time before she could.During those first hours of dawn, I had a headache and a huge amount of tiredness, but I still did the whole inhalation process with the grumpy nurse in the prison and took my medicines for vitamin control. I didn't feel much difference in my body, but at least my lungs seemed cleaner. Breathing like a normal person has never looked so good. Joana was already making all the difference in my life."What about that stupid little smile? "Questioned Afonso, poking me with a spoon. I laughed. "Damn, PS, after two years of me
Not to mention that, with those blue eyes as deep as mine, it was easy to notice the difference between a happy man and one falling apart. Hazz seemed accomplished. The kind of man who would have made a lot of money in the lottery. That I would have had a night like that with good company. Or that it was a long time to achieve your biggest dreams. He looked like someone alive. Someone vibrant and out of line with the darkness of those bars. He looked like Joana.Speaking of my lawyer, her hair was loose that day. The strands rolled minimally at the ends, giving the appearance that she just wet her hair and let it dry in the wind. I wasn't wearing makeup or jewelry, which also told me that I might as well have left in a hurry to arrive in time for visiting hours. Of course, Joana didn't need to respect the time, but Hazz did.Silently, as the three of us faced each other, I wondered what the hell that lawyer was doing in my life. In a few days she had already managed to bring me a doct
I was so angry about what happened in prison that I ended up passing by the house after my lunch break just to take a shower, and immediately went to Dennis' house.It wasn't as if a judge didn't have more to do with his life besides receiving his ex-girlfriend for an uncommitment sex session, but that was his day off, so I didn't waste time with warning messages.I arrived at his house and he answered the door calmly, wearing ordinary clothes and with slightly disheveled hair. We ended up having lunch together, because I interrupted him in the middle of the meal, and I could even think Dennis was an incomparable man, but his taste for food was questionable. I hated the fried zucchini, but I ended up eating everything, because I wanted to be with him anyway.Dennis didn't want to ask me why he was there. In general, I think he always understood that my unexpected arrivals only occurred when I was at a point of stress that not all the pretense in the world made me less sour. He so litt
Dennis noticed that I was looking out and positioned himself next to me in the window. I watched him in profile. He had a lost expression, but something like a resolution in his eyes. As if I were very ready to say something, and just seek courage. Did you also want that to be the last night? I didn't doubt it. Considering our connection, the man could very well know what was going on in my head without any difficulty. So it was nothing new when he finally took courage and said:"I think we're getting to another level with all this.”I let out a low sigh, focusing on the distant light of the city so as not to face those beautiful eyes of his. I knew he was staring at me, from the way he moved sideways against the window, I knew he was looking for something in my own features. But I was a coward to talk about my own feelings, and I was afraid of having to reveal that I just didn't want to continue with the escapades because I was more attached than I could want."I think we're just exp
I didn't let her pass, and slowly raised my hands to Dennis' chest. His heart was racing, but his skin was very hot when I was able to take off his shirt. He didn't have so many muscles, but he was a big man with natural strength. I always liked to feel his skin against mine. That stiffness of the muscles obtained with some gym workouts and good genetics.Contemplating that body without any clothing was enough to shake any neuron. There was nothing out of place. Not even an excess weight. His whole body had looked drawn by angels, carved into an indestructible rock. His belly was not totally flat, but it did not display doubles like some of the men in our work environment. Dennis was the judge who would melt the panties of any jury.Dennis removed my shirt, pulling it over my head. My hair shook when he did the same with my bra without much softness. He bent down and pushed my pants to the floor, momentarily kneeling before me to remove my shoes. I almost lost my balance, but he kept
I was still far from an orgasm, but the feeling of pleasure that dragged into me was one of the best I could feel in my life. In fact, Dennis was trying hard that last time. And I really liked it. At least we would have a good memory of each other. And with every touch of your finger against my body, my mind liquefied, becoming nothing compared to the vortex of sensations.He increased the pressure on his fingers when he put one more inside me, bending them in a restless and precise way. My legs closed instantly, almost as if my body wanted to protect me from the storm that would come with an orgasm. I began to smile, almost disappearing between the pillows, totally enveloped by the spirit of lust. Dennis moaned against my pussy, sucking hard.Next to my head, I could hear a drawer opening, and I knew he should be picking up some condom. The guess was only confirmed when the fingers stopped pumping me "although the tongue kept its work" and the plastic was torn. Dennis stopped sucking
Gradually, my moans became forced, because I didn't want Dennis to feel like a failure for that last time. I knew he was trying very hard. We both were, considering the sweat that flowed from our bodies and united between our skins. The muscles of my legs began to hurt when he lifted my leg to his shoulder, wanting to have more access to the bottom of my belly.I closed my eyes when I felt a slight twing of pain, that position ended me, especially when I was with well-endowed men. And it wasn't an end in the legal sense of the thing... It was painful and my horniness ended by magic. In fact, that's what happened. From one moment to the next, I couldn't fake the moans anymore, and I started panting for the pain. Dennis also noticed. And if he were the man I imagined when I closed my eyes, if he was taking me in the raw sense of the word, I would have continued and made my horniness return.But since he was Dennis, always so good at everything and who hardly changed his mind in the midd
After Joana and Hazz left, my conscience weighed to an absurd degree.All right, my brother was an idiot to think that he might want to force me to take care of my health, when I was in that miserable prison. Joana was crazy to keep trying to stir up this familiar side of me and already forgotten for many years ago by my mind, when she should be just striving to get rid of the bars. But besides the two, I was a beautiful sonI spent an angry day. I didn't talk to almost anyone, I didn't look at anyone, and I was very calm lying in my cell, watching the concrete ceiling. Ramirez started chattering alone "he thought he was talking to me" about the gang leaders calling the call girls for that night again, because all the weather in the penitentiary was heavy and the men thought that taking it out inside the legs of a woman who pretended to moans was what we needed.I kept silent. My thoughts were directed to Joana, in every rare moment I was alone and bored. I found myself thinking that
"So, congratulations, love," she said, moving to kiss me softly. "You have just evolved in this life.”"I feel like an insect," I played and she laughed. I slid my fingers gently on his face, capturing a lock of golden hair that was falling before his eyes. " But although we have nothing concrete, I can say with all the letters that you were part of this evolution, Jo. Thank you very much for being with me. For still being there.”"Do you still want me to be?”"Are you still asking?”"Well, now that you're free, you can go out with whoever you want. There are more options.”"And since when do I need more options?”"I don't know, you had mentioned the story of the call girl..." she said, afraid, so her face lit up. "I got the information you asked me for. I contacted the man responsible for taking the girls to the prison. As far as I understood, he was moving, because women were not making so much profit on the streets. After a while, men lose their grace in what is nothing new, he said
The house where Joana told me to stay for a few was huge. Big enough for me to know that I would be bored at various times of my day. I took a long shower after Hazz left. He stayed with me for lunch, but Joana and Jessy left to solve some issues. Alone with my brother, I regained that lost familiarity, confessed my worst secrets and listened to his.In the end, we ended up getting it right again. Hazz justified himself about the visits, but I didn't pay much attention. I didn't want to hold on to what kept me away from him, quite the contrary. It was a new life. All I wanted was to reestablish myself. When he left, it was already the beginning of the night, and he said that Joana would be coming to keep me company.I was happy to know that Joana would keep visiting me, but anxious about how it would unfold. She met me at my worst, and we ended up making a sequence of mistakes by involving us lovingly. I wanted to be with her. I wish I had a life with her. But I would never have the c
I left it to Jackie to stop explaining everything, since she was the one who got the least tired when talking. Me and my three other sisters sat on the couch farthest from the office, watching as Jackie spoke and gestured. She told everything. From the beginning. Long before we had the idea of putting together that painting, even talking about the parallel investigations that I did only with our mother. So, when she finished, she cleared her throat and showed that she was tired. Our mother sighed." Even with such a plan, caution is always important," said the family matriarch, taking a step forward of the picture. She slid one of her fingers through my father's photograph, so she turned to us. "Your death would not bring any benefit, because your father's will leaves part of the fortune to the uncle you hate so much. Unless, of course, you get married and have children, which I believe is far from happening. But considering that your guardianship is still mine, it makes me think... W
After leaving Pablo at his new address, I returned home and tried to keep my sisters informed of the whole situation so far. Our mother was not at home, she had gone to Jessy's company to resolve contractual issues with partners, so we had a long afternoon of speculation and theories. Apparently, our stalker now had a name. Although the reason is still nebulous."Let's go to the chronology of the facts," Jessy began, collecting the large photo frame hidden in our mother's office and putting it on the desk. Photos of us, of our parents, relationships that were disclosed by the media and relatives who still remained alive emerged. "First, it all started with our father. He became a very privileged lawyer by defending celebrities who were involved with the world of crime. He defended a man who was accused of killing his wife out of jealousy, and he won the case. The man was released, but the media fell on our father. From the beginning, he was seen as the villain of the story. In fact, w
I woke up the next day by one of the guards who liked me the least. Surprisingly, he treated me very well, even calling me by my name. The man told me that I should take a shower and get ready. I thought it was strange, but I obeyed. After the shower, I received clothes that I had worn before being arrested, so I was taken to the director's office.Inside the room, I was informed that my lawyer had made it. I was free. At least, as far as justice considered it free, because I was an accomplice and ended up obstructing the investigations. Anyway, those two years in prison would never be returned to me. I was told that the police would still be present in my life, and that in any suspicion of a new crime, I would not have the second chance I was receiving.But while I was holding my only belongings at the time of the arrest (cell phone, wallet, and a packet of bullets), I thought that was not a second chance. Joana fought a lot to help me get out. The merit was hers. And it wasn't by ch
He was ready. So wonderfully ready that Pablo could have made a very successful career in the porn industry. The man had no limits. He pressed himself against me too, pushing me to the table. My ass hit against the hard side of the wood, and I let out another moan.Pablo moved his mouth away from mine, sliding his lips down my neck. He didn't suck that time, but he kissed so delicately that I almost got rid of it. Your hands walked through my body, my hair.I knew he would leave me completely messed up. I knew that even if we weren't caught in the act, probably everyone would realize how misaligned we had been for a few minutes alone. And I didn't care. I had a muffled laugh and Pablo nibbled my lower lip.The fire lit up for good, and he skillfully opened the buttons on my dress shirt to free my breasts from the bra. He did me the favor of not taking off the pieces, just opening them, in case we have to get ready in a hurry.So the frame of my lingerie made my heavy and big breasts s
When Pablo's confession was registered, the prison director informed us that he needed to make some personal calls to advance the legitimacy of the document. Along with the clerk, they left the office.I was slightly surprised that he was doing his best to help Pablo. Not only for taking the attitude of going after someone to solve the problem, but also for having given in to the deta deta's request to talk to me.I turned to Pablo. His expression was very neutral. With one hand I stroked your face. He gave me a beautiful smile, then kissed the palm of my hand and bit the side lightly.I giggled, I was so tense with that confession, with the fact that my habeas corpus had everything to be accepted now, that I didn't even notice when he licked the bitten place and was climbing the kisses and licked by my arm. I tried to pull my hand back, but he held it tight."What do you think you're doing? "I asked in a hoarse voice."Sadding goodbye to this place," he said in a malicious tone. I fu
When I received the call from the prison director saying that Pablo Soares would like to make a confession, I got in my car and didn't even worry about knowing if my security guards were following me. I was euphoric about the news, and dropped all the research I was doing on Pietro Gusman. The man had taken my sleep every night after Pablo's friend's funeral, and I kept that information a secret until I found out how our stories merged.The only people who still knew what I was up to were my sisters, because my mother was kept out of the equation. I still didn't want to worry her. I still wanted to understand how that man could be involved in two different plots, and my sisters helped me in that task. Each one had a different investigative contact, and we put the information together in a picture hidden in our mother's office. We were evaluating all the content obtained, when I received the call and I didn't wait a second to run away.I found Pablo already in the prison director's offi
I felt so bad. Not only because of the pain and pressure in my chest, but because I was always seeing that P2 was right, and that everyone in that place respected me in some way. They even tried to protect me in the best possible way. Alefe was so persuasive that he really managed to get the guards to escort me to the infirmary. There, as always, it was empty, and I went straight to my inhaler. I don't remember putting the correct dosage, and I knew my heart would race to the point of stopping at once, but I needed air, I was desperate for the medicine.With a few swallows, I was able to get back into focus. At least the room returned to my eyes and I found some guards supporting me so as not to fall. In addition to them, I also noticed that the prison director was standing, talking on the phone. I just expected it to be a call from Joana, because I knew that night would not pass. I had already postponed that truth too much and lost my only friend because of her. I couldn't help but t