K.Esquivel-LWFC

kitchen. Now all she had to worry about was
getting herself ready.
She swept across the patio like a gust of
wind to start to bathe.
She could count only as much as ten
minutes to bathe and get dressed,
put on perfume, and do her hair adequately.
She was in such a hurry
that she didn't even see Pedro, at the far end
of the patio, kicking
stones.
Tita stripped off her clothes, got into the
shower, and let the cold
water fall on her. What a relief With her eyes
closed, her senses were
more acute, so she could feel each drop of
cold water that ran down her
body.
She felt her nipples grow hard as stone when
the water touched them.
Another stream of water ran down her back
and curved like a waterfall
over the round thrust of her buttocks, flowing
down her firm legs to
her feet.
Little by little, her bad mood was passing,
and her headache was going
away. Suddenly the water started to feel
warmer and it kept getting
warmer and warmer until it began to burn her
skin. This sometimes
happened when it was hot outside, after the
powerful rays of the sun
had been heating the water in the tank all
day, but this wasn't
possible now since, first of all, it wasn't
summer and second, it was
starting to get dark. Alarmed, she opened
her eyes, afraid that the
bathroom was on fire again, and what did
she see on the other side of
the planks but Pedro, watching her intently.
The way Pedro's eyes were shining, it was
impossible not to see them in
the shadows, the way two tiny drops of dew,
hidden in the weeds, can't
remain unnoticed when they are struck by
the first rays of the sun.
Damn Pedro's eyes! Damn the carpenter
who rebuilt the bathroom so it
was just like the previous one, with spaces
between each and every
board. When Tita saw that Pedro was
approaching her, with lust in his
eyes, she went running out of the bathroom,
throwing her clothes on any
which way. As fast as she could, she ran to
her room and shut the
door.
She barely had time to finish getting dressed,
before Chencha came to
announce that John had just arrived and was
waiting in the living
room.
She couldn't go receive him immediately,
since the table still hadn't
been laid. Before putting down the
tablecloth, it's necessary to
protect the table with a table cover, so that
the glasses and dishes
don't make any noise when they strike it. It
should be a white baize
one, so the whiteness of the tablecloth is
intensified. Tita gently
slid it across an enormous table that seated
twenty people, one that
was only used on occasions like this.
She was trying not to make any noise, not
even to breathe, so she could
hear what Rosaura, Pedro, and John were
saying in the living room. The
dining and living rooms were separated by a
long hall; the only sound