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She wrote one line: «Story or fantasy?». I never imagined that question would end with her naked on my massage table, waiting for me to prove it.

I climbed onto the bench, pressed my eye to the plastic grille, and recognized her: the woman who had been glancing my way all afternoon.

I'd spent weeks inventing excuses to see her. That August afternoon by the pool, she took off her top and made it clear the excuses were over.

We had a simple arrangement: a missed call when they started, and me appearing on my balcony as if by chance. That night changed everything.

Marcos asked me not to judge or ask questions when his friend came over. That same night, from the next room, I learned what kind of Friday visitors they had.

Her husband opened the door of his home with one intention: to watch two strangers make his wife come. She pretended to hesitate, but her eyes had already decided.

I raised the blind just a little, as always. But that night Marina was standing in front of the mirror, and for the first time she didn’t look away from my window.

I had been unemployed for months when I started working at his warehouse. I never imagined that my best friend’s serious, broad-handed father would undo me with a single look.

She got into my car in a loose dress and with the calm of someone who’s no longer in a hurry. I never imagined that two days later she’d ask me to detour to her door.

I got out of the car to sit in front, and as soon as I noticed the bulge in his trousers, I knew that taxi wasn’t taking me straight home.

I sat in the dim light, determined not to touch anyone and only to watch. But my fingers had other plans as I watched her give herself to two men a meter from me.

Mariela recognized that hoarse voice before she even turned around. The true owner of the office had returned, bringing all the old rules with him.

I’d spent years making sure no one looked at her too long. That afternoon, hidden among the tall weeds, I couldn’t stop looking myself.

I went downstairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water. The back bedroom door was half open, and from inside came a faint light and two conspiratorial laughs.

She came out of the changing room with her back to me, wearing a bikini she had never shown me. I felt jealous. And, without knowing why, I started to feel something else too.