Chapter 3 The door

completed and I would need to think about what to do when I arrived in Rio. I couldn't live on the wind, I also.

didn't have large reserves of money, since what I earned was basically used for support me. My parents'.

fnancial support stopped when Dona Pilar discovered that I was more than seven thousand kilometers away.

and would not fulfll the agreement to return to Mato Grosso as soon as I graduated. Mom was very angry. It

was my turn to board, I held the ticket longer than I should have when I handed it to the fight attendant. She gave me a friendly smile, she thought my panic was about fying, little did she know the truth, poor thing. —

Have a safe trip, miss. — She finished pulling the note out of my hand and practically pushed me through the door. I took my seat, buckled my belt, took the phone out of my bag and put on a playlist. I would go to sleep, since I didn't do that last night in Atlanta. All I had to do was close my eyelids and the memories hit me hard.

and my heart raced. —Do you feel that, Maria Eugênia? — I moaned loudly when her fngers rubbed a specifc spot inside me. My legs trembled, Benício put that hard mouth between my lips again and sucked the spot I loved most on my body. The “G”. — God... — I let out as I threw my head back, arching my back even more with my bare breasts for his delight. I was sitting in one of the armchairs, in the elegant set that made up the decoration, an almost virginal fower upholstery, which made our act even more libidinous. My legs were supported on either side of the arms, completely open and exposed to whatever his eyes intended to do to me. When I kissed him in the ofce it was out of pure cheek, I didn't want to think it was wrong or that I

couldn't handle the load. I wanted to shut that pretty mouth, kill the desire that I kept hidden inside me and only came to the surface when he irritated me enough. — Go cum in my mouth, Maria Eugênia, like the naughty good girl I know you are. Why did he have to say these things? In some country this must be very.

wrong because it is so good. I moaned once again, his fngers increased the rhythm, the usual vortex that was created and weighed down my belly grew exponentially and I felt my legs and hips convulsing out of control. — Benicio! It was the frst time that night that I screamed his name and I had no idea there would be more times. I jumped in fright when I noticed a girl occupy the seat next to me. She was also surprised by my outburst and ended up apologizing. The poor thing was not at all to blame. This was the effect of the memories that I constantly accessed and, I suspected, that was the reason I hadn't been able to have sex with.

anyone for two long years. I tried everything. Ofce colleagues, men at clubs, bars, even a bar attendant.

nothing could make me come to blows. When things got hot, the involvement took on another proportion and the clothes became smaller on the body and I found a way to get out. The frst six months were full of irritation and an insane desire for Benício's dick to literally fall off. The son of a bitch was having fun in Brazil, having sex with those modeling projects he kept for his sporadic affairs and I couldn't bring myself to smile.

with relief. Over time I came to terms with it, bought a purple “friend” of considerable size and started practicing self-love almost every day. I hated when my disturbed mind traveled to the memories I had with him, or worse, when I created new fantasies, with me returning to Brazil, him waiting for me and taking me to that cold ivory tower he kept in Leblon. — Holy shit! — I said it loud enough, the woman next to me looked at me strangely and I smiled openly. Nobody knew I was actually swearing. As soon as the sign to unbuckle the seat belt fashed on the small panel, I tried to ft my panda pillow around my neck, released the restraint and curled up facing the window. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the entire day of fying that we would have to Brazil. Long, tedious hours for me to rewatch the adult flm of my life that wouldn't leave my mind, even if I wanted to. I landed a wreck. It took almost two hours to get all my bags, four in total, luckily I didn't pay extra fees with everything I had bought in Atlanta, or I would have run the risk of reducing my reserves even further

to stay in Rio. I had paid the rent in advance, just as the landlord had requested. I just wanted to get to the apartment and sleep. I wouldn't even eat. I was too tired. Luckily I hadn't informed anyone of my return. It was another two hours until I arrived in Laranjeiras and unloaded my bags from the tiny app car that I requested.

The good mother's son didn't even bother to come down and help me. Luckily I saw Dorival standing near the entrance, the same uniform, slight body, the cap barely ftting on that huge head he had, peering into the street. — Hey, Dorival! — I brought my hands to my mouth, making a funnel to enhance the sound. — Dona.

Magê! — He runs down the steps, almost trips on the last one and falls sprawling in front of me. — The clumsy attitude hasn't changed, right, Dorival? — I laughed as I shook his hand and pulled him into a hug. It was so nice to be able to hug and give two kisses in greeting without looking like a complete freak. Americans were very cold. — Apparently, he’s back for good? — Yes, Dorival. —But where are you going to live? With Miss Bel and her Tito? Kind of weird, right? — The man scratches his head imagining the possibilities. — Of course not.

Dorival. Take my bags to the frst foor. I rented the apartment at the end of the hallway. — The one about the lady who went to the asylum? - I don't know. My negotiation was with a man. — It must be her son. He sent his wife to a nursing home and I think he's renting the place to help pay for the nursing home. — As always, you're up to date with the news, aren't you? — I put my hands on my hips, remembering how much my doorman was a gossip. — I just stay informed about things, Dona Magê. - And I'm seeing. Let's help me carry the bags.

inside. When I fnally step inside the building, which served as home for so many years for Anabel and me, I feel my eyes water as I realize I was home once again. Chapter Three The weekend was approaching and I was beginning to regret having accepted my sister's