The best penance ( Final ). Thank you

Six months have passed. Aranda is processing his divorce, which is somewhat complicated. We see each other frequently, but in secret, which is a bit annoying, but it gives us a certain freedom to live our lives. I don't know what will happen. For now, it serves us.

He has his own things going on. I think not many, because every time I have him by my side, I try to give him all the pleasure I'm capable of. We've had a few threesomes, (What, my little whore? Are you excited seeing how I fuck this other bitch?) and I didn't think I'd enjoy it so much. I've only been with one married guy from the neighborhood (married men seem to be my fate). Only once did I ask him if something from the past could bring him any problems. He knew what I was referring to. He smiled at me with affection and assured me that nothing was wrong. He turned around and, as if to himself, murmured:

- Besides, it's impossible for him to remember anything.

I considered the matter closed forever.

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After some time, one day, alone with Fernando...

- Hey, Víctor, I've been wanting to comment on something... You get along well with Aranda, I know. You can see it. Hey, what do you think he thinks of me?-

- What do you mean? I don't know, what are you referring to, Fer?-

- No, if he's told you something... nothing in particular, I don't know... Sometimes I think that when he separated and came to...

My intuition told me to play a good role.

- Ah! Let's see, you're referring to... - I pretended to weigh my response - he told me (which hadn't happened); that you advised him to reconcile, well..., I don't know how to say it, that he should fight for his marriage. Is that it?

Fernando couldn't avoid a gesture of discomfort. I launched into speaking without tone or sound to continue giving him the impression that I had no idea what his questions were about.

- But don't think - I continued - he doesn't have that much confidence to tell me... and, from what little I know, he's very grateful to you. Besides, I don't know what opinion is expected of a priest in a situation like this. I'm not anyone, but if you ask me...

- Bah! Forget it, it was nothing - he smiled a bit forced.

But, a little while later...

- And... Has he ever told you, I don't know... anything more about me?

- But what are you referring to? - I asked, exaggerating uncertainty.

- Listen, Víctor. If I was asking, it was because... I don't know if, since you get along well, you might have told him about your thing.

Oh! The fat's out of the bag! I thought and responded ironically:

- My thing? What's my thing, Fer?

- You know, Víctor. God! It's not my business, I know. But since he asked me about you and I commented on a few things... nothing important, anyway. He told me what a nice guy you are and all that... s...