My Fortty So Me Thing

Chapter 7

Mauricio

I'm like a caged lion, dying to catch her prey and finish her off once and for all. I never imagined being so eager to spank someone the way I was about to spank my ex - my sun. Let the scoundrel wait for me, because I'll pay him a visit soon.

We finished answering the questions and the police took our contacts. When they left, we remained silent for a while and the one who ended up breaking it was my Joana.

—What happened, Mauricio? — she asks me, worried about my silence.

— Nothing, don’t worry — I reassure her.

— It turns out that just now you were talking and suddenly you fell silent?

— I was wondering if everything was okay at the club — I lie, even though I hate doing it.

— Mauricio, seriously, you really don't need to stay here. I think it's already become too much.

I should have thought she was sad, thinking I was going to leave. But I also needed to know how things were at the club.

— Calm down, my beauty! I'm not thinking about leaving.

— Maurício, you have your tasks. I'm not your responsibility either.

— That's where you're wrong. You are more than my responsibility — I confess.

— I don't want to keep you here — she tells me.

— Who said you're holding me here, my sun? — I ask, without realizing that I had said "My Sun", until she questions it.

- My sun? — she comments with a smile and continues speaking. — I liked that... My sun — Joana jokes.

— You didn't think it was bad that I gave you that nickname? I ask, fearfully.

— Imagine, I loved it! — she says smiling.

I go to her, getting close to her bed, taking her hands and saying:

— It may be too early, but I really like you, Joana! — I confess.

— Mauricio, it’s really quick, I agree. But I also like you — she also confesses.

— I look like a teenager — I joke, stroking his hands.

She laughs.

— I think I know what you must be feeling.

— What do you think when you leave here, of course after you recover, we go out to dinner? — I ask, afraid of being told no.

- Of course. I have to tell my work. Crap! — she exclaims, worried.

— Do you want me to warn you? — I offer.

- It is not necessary. I'll call them tomorrow and tell them what happened. Today was a day full of emotions — she says.

— I say so — I agree. — But tell me, what do you work in?

- I'm a lawyer!

- I don't believe! — I comment, surprised.

- I didn't understand!

— Sorry, it's just a coincidence. I was like a crazy person looking for a lawyer. The one who had asked to go to the club today decided to disappear from the map.

- Our! Seriously, I'm a lawyer. If you want, I can offer my services to help you.

— So, I really wanted to! There's only one, however... — I comment, a little afraid to say what the club was like.

— What would it be? — she asks me, curious.

— You know it's a club, right? I ask.

- Yes I know. And what kind of club would it be?

— This club is... — I stammer.

— This club is... — Joana encourages me to talk.

— This is a s*x club — I said.

She was ashamed to even look at my sun and see recrimination on her face.

- Wow. — She sighs and continues speaking. — Um... Do you use the club? — Joana asks, seriously.

- No! Not that I've never used it, but I'm not a fan of the things that are done there — I confess.

— So you don't use it anymore?

— No, I don't use it. I only keep the club because it guarantees me good money.

“I understand,” she says.

— Joana, look at me — I ask. — There are things I'm not proud of, but I would never take you to embarrass you, much less to practice.

— What if I want to meet your club? — she asks me.

— Would it be as a lawyer or a girlfriend? — I question, anxiously.

— Like both. Would you take me?

— If you want to go, I'll take you.

— Tell me a little about your club. Now I'm curious to know what he's like.

— Well, there is some kind of old house. It's not even really a mansion, but it has several rooms and rooms divided and made for b**m use, among other things.

- Must be interesting! — she exclaims, curious.

— Have you never been to a club?

— Ah, yes, but it was a while ago, I was very young. I was about eighteen when I went to a bachelorette party and danced my ass off. Of course there were also strippers — she tells me excitedly, I immediately frown.

A bunch of naked men dancing with my wife. Of course I shouldn't be thinking that way, after all I barely knew her. But because I had been left with the feeling that this had happened yesterday and not years ago.

— Mauricio, don't tell me you were bothered by me telling you about the strippers — she asks me and then laughs in my face. — Your face is the best. I can't believe you were bothered by this story.

— I don't have to lie to you. I didn’t like it and that’s it,” I say.

- My God! You look so cute with your face on,” she comments, laughing at me.

- I am not! I'm not bothered at all - re I mumble.

— I know... — She keeps laughing and only stops when we hear a knock on the door and I soon see that the person who enters is a lady who must be known to her, because my face frowns.

— I was worried sick about you, Joana — says the lady in an accusatory tone.

— Who would that be? — I ask, uncomfortable with the woman next to us.

— She's my mother — Joana replies reluctantly.

— Is that manners, Joana? — she scolds my sun in front of me. If she wasn't her mother, I would send this lady to the motherfucker.

— Don't start, mom, with your dramas! I would just like to know how you found out about the accident.

— Why didn't you call me, Joana, to tell me about the accident?

I decide to intrude.

— Madam, I ask you to please not speak to your daughter like that.

—And who are you to talk to me like that? I talk to my daughter the way I want! — says the woman in a rude tone.

— For God's sake, mother. Please go away! — Joana asks.

— Joana, I wanted to know how you were — argues her mother.

— Okay, you've seen it! Can you leave? — Joana has a scathing tone.

— Madam, you better go! — warning to that witch.

— I don't know who you are.

— My name is Mauricio de Carvalho. — I extended my hand to her, but she didn't return it. In addition to being a witch, the old woman considers herself to be the queen of black cocada.

— Mom, what a shame! — my sun appears.

- Shame of what? — she says as if nothing had happened.

— Where is your education?

— Look, my daughter, I have more to do than put up with your stupid complaints. — With that she leaves.

— Joana, my sun, you'll forgive me, but I think your mother isn't right in the head — I joke.

- You think? I'm sure! The problem is not knowing who told her that I was hospitalized here.

—It must have been the police.

— It could only have been them. But don't care about my mother. She likes to live in her world. That world where there is only one person: Carolina!

— Who is this Carolina? I ask.

— Oh, she's my sister. Isabel's favorite daughter! — My sun comments sadly.

— Don't care about her — I say and just as I was about to continue speaking, we heard knocking on the door again. Joana even closed her eyes thinking that she could be that witch of her mother again.

— Come in — she asks and we soon see that it is the waitress bringing a cart and a delicious aroma of food comes from it. My stomach started to growl with hunger.

- Excuse me. The doctor asked to send food for you and your wife — she says and when Joana opens her mouth to clear up the misunderstanding, I signal her not to say anything.

We were served and I can't help myself and start eating. My God! Was the food divine or was I really hungry?

— It's very good, isn't it, Mauricio?! — Joana comments.

- Yes a lot. I'm so sorry for eating like that, but I didn't realize I was that hungry — I mean, awkwardly.

— Don't worry about me. I liked watching him eat — she tells me.

— Wow, you haven't seen anything yet. I eat a lot — I joke and my sun laughs. We stayed like that, eating and continued our conversation that had been interrupted.