CLICK, CLICK, ZIIIIIP. LI.- Sofia and Claudia 👩👩

Let's remember that P not only affected male pride by penetrating him brutally, but also affected the person's pride when he crossed him with his fist, closing it and forcing the exit.

The kids had already left, and Angel and I set out for his house. When we arrived, Angel approached the couch, dragging his feet, still half asleep. His package was marked obscenely under his gray briefs, and each step made that mass swing from side to side like a hypnotic pendulum.

Angel smiled with that mix of innocence and malice that characterized him. He turned to me and nailed me with his gaze.

A: And P? Where is P?

The silence that fell over the room was dense like lead. I noticed how my mouth dried up.

T: Angel...

A: Where is he? —he repeated without raising his voice, but with a tone that didn't admit evasions.

T: He's at his house —I finally replied—. He didn't want to come, and I haven't spoken to him since the day he deflowered you.

Angel sat down on the armrest of the couch, letting his package rest on his thigh like a sleeping animal.

A: Normal. He's afraid.

T: Angel, dude, look... —I tried to mediate— what happened that night was...

A: What was it? —he cut me off with a icy smile—. Was it that he put his arm inside me and then pulled it out with his fist closed to tear me apart from the inside? I've been dreaming about that moment ever since. Every time it hurt when I shit. Every time I remembered how he treated me.

I'm going to need P's address —Angel added, turning to me with a smile that chilled my blood—. And you're going to give it to me.

T: Angel, wait a minute. Think about what you're going to do.

He approached me and put his hand on my shoulder.

A: You've taught me well. You've opened my ass with patience, with affection even. You've turned me into an anal bitch who enjoys being penetrated. And I thank you for that.

He paused, squeezing his fingers.

A: But P... He used me like a rag and threw me away. So now I'm going to teach him what it feels like.

T: Angel, seriously, can't we talk about it first? I mean, what P did to you was brutal, that's undeniable, but...

A: What? That two weeks have passed and I should have gotten over it? That revenge doesn't lead to anything good? That I should be a good sport and turn the page? Nooooooooo, Topsecret, noooooooo.

We fell asleep in the living room.

Two weeks passed. I ran into him at the door of my ex-niece Sofía's school (the daughter of my ex-wife's sister).

T: Hey, Angel, what are you doing here.

A: I'm picking up my little granddaughter Sofía from her extracurricular classes. She's doing rhythmic gymnastics on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

And he continues saying...

A: And I've been running into Laura, P's wife, at the sports center door. She's the mother of Cla...