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She burst out laughing, lowered her voice, and looked at me with that satisfied whore’s smile I already knew. I knew she was going to tell me everything she’d kept hidden.

For two years I ignored my boss’s stares and his wife’s silent insults. That afternoon, when the last employee turned off the lights, I stopped ignoring everything.

She walked into the classroom slowly, her face pale and a flash of pain on her face when she sat down that she couldn’t hide. It took me days to get the truth out of her.

When Sofía lowered herself into the chair and I saw her face twist in pain, I knew the flu was a lie and that what had happened was far worse than I imagined.

Kwame parked the rig at noon and, before pulling out the next day, had marked three different bodies. Some sought him out; others simply gave in.

My boss’s wife called me a bitch in her private messages. If she thought it was true, that afternoon I was going to prove her right.

When they stopped us in the dark, all I could think about was getting away. I never imagined that hours later I’d be hoping it wouldn’t end.

Romina walked into that party with a confidence few women have. The next day, when she took me to pick up her daughter, I realized the night before had only been the beginning.

I’d been telling him no for months. When I saw that phone in the display case, I knew exactly what I could offer him in exchange for it.

He was the protective father, the faithful husband, the kind of man who rejected anything outside the norm. Until that night at the country house.

We had spent three months coordinating every detail. When Diego opened the door and I saw his mother behind him, I knew there was no turning back for any of us four.

Rodrigo watched my ass in the office every day without daring to do anything. Until I read what his wife thought of me and decided she was right.

Under the shower, her fingers finished what he had started in that room. And she knew three days would not be enough.

When Mateo came out of the water in soaked trunks, I knew my wife wouldn’t let that afternoon pass without biting into something that didn’t belong to her.

For years I kept my backpack in the car with all my lingerie inside, just in case. That Thursday, the moment finally came.

When I saw his name on the screen, my stomach clenched. Two weeks remembering his mouth and his hands, and there he was again, as if nothing had happened.

I’d been watching him in the locker room for months without daring to act. That afternoon, when he asked if I wanted to go up to his place, I knew it was now or never.

When I stepped out of the elevator with my thong already soaked and my dress clinging to my sweat, I knew that tequila wasn’t going to stay just tequila.

That afternoon I decided I was going to fuck him somehow, even if I had to dress for him and come on to him without a shred of subtlety. What happened next left me shaking.

I saw her on all fours over the dry grass, with the fluffy tail swaying between her cheeks, and I knew that Sunday afternoon was going to be unlike any other.