São Paulo, December 12nd, 2010, 1:30 p.m. (29 days and 9 hours earlier)...

     ... Carlos Eduardo had sat down awkwardly, coming in from the street. Patrícia was already waiting for him, straightening her curly black hair, which drove the biologist crazy. She pinned them above the nape of her neck, revealing the neck.

     What he liked most about her were those strands of hair, tied at one end to the nape of her neck and at the other to her ponytail, stretching out in a dangerous and seductive path. He liked to kiss her neck, following her backbone until he reached those little strands, which he smelled deeply, smelling the delicious soap with which she bathed every morning. Everything about her was wonderful, but there was nothing like that part of her body. Normally she would shiver and raise her shoulders slightly, pushing them back. It turned her on, he knew. But her weak point was her breasts️. Whoever caressed them would soon have a faithful servant, prostrate and surrendered. That's why she protected them well, avoiding losing her mind at inopportune moments.

     Patrícia was a woman who likes to see men at her feet, she was strong, apparently insensitive to any touch on her erogenous zones, except that specific one. He restrained himself, so as not to show anything but shivers, because they were impossible to avoid, and in doing so, he put Carlos Eduardo on all fours. He was a real puppy, whom she called and ordered around as long as he didn't touch her nipples. Carlos wasn't a very bright guy, and he didn't always follow her thinking. In bed, however, it was difficult to keep the same rhythm as him.

     Patrícia approached him seriously:

     "We need to talk about the future... Carlos, come on! Stop putting your foot between my legs. Put that damn shoe back on, for God's sake.You're such a perv."

     "I'm crazy for you. I just can't resist. The restaurant is empty. Nobody is watching."

     "That's what you think. You're a bit blind, you can't see anything around you."

     "Blinded by passion!"

     "Quit the passion. We'll have plenty of time to do what you want, but later. Only later."

     "What I want? Well, don't you want it too?"

     "Of course I want! But only later, ok?"

     He snorted:

     "Ok!"

     He was silent for a while. Then he said:

     "You know, Patrícia, I've been thinking... You're a good writer, but your books need more sex... Stop this police and investigation stuff. That won't sell!"

     "My books don't have sex? It's clear that you haven't read anything I've written. And you're completely unaware of what the noir style is... But my stories are not in question now, because you know very well the reason for our meeting."

     "Yeah, I know. But what you want is out of question."

     Patrícia was emphatic:

     "Out of question? All right, if you don't want to separate from your wife, that's fine. The person who said that is no longer here. The conversation ends here."

     She got up, but Carlos held her arm:

     "Hey, wait. Don't go. We need to talk."

     "We don't have nothing to talk. I'm not a woman who shares a man with another one. I don't want to be the other woman, living off the crumbs that fall from the doctor's Ema Arantes table..."

     He pulled on her arm a little more:

     "What a drama! You don't even look like the Patrícia I know. Just sit. Don't go. Stay a little bit more. I love you!"

     "You do? You don't love me."

     "Yeah, but...Just sit there, please."

     She gave in and sat down, but without giving Carlos any hope:

     "I'll stay a little longer, but there's nothing more to say. I've already told you my condition."

     "Man, you know it's tough for me."

     "Oh yeah, I know, of course I know. Ema has money, isn't it? And I'm living on the edge. You have the life of a king, to say the least a little word that starts with 'gi' and ends with 'lo'. I know how hard it is to let go of all that."

     She turned her face to the street, thoughtful, then looked at him again:

     "Easy life, don't you think? Staying with Ema and her money and having sex with me in your free time. Does it satisfy your big boy needs? But no woman likes that. At least, not women like me."

     "I thought you liked this game."

     "At first, yes, but now I'm sick and tired of this."

     Carlos snorted:

     "I see there's no way out."

     "Not the way you want it! You want both of us. You can't have it!"

     "I need some time. She's already suspicious, we fight all the time. I'm really not getting along with Ema. It's just a matter of time. I'll break up and we'll stay together."

     Patrícia smiled, a beautiful smile:

     "Every man says the same thing, but philosophy says: "All men are equal". Why do you need some time? Well, if you want to break up, just break up."

     "I don't want to hurt Ema."

     "Ah c'mon, Carlos! Quit it already!"

     Once again Patrícia turned her gaze to the street and, without looking at Carlos Eduardo's face, finished:

     "Well, enough of this conversation."

     She threatened to get up again. Carlos, in an extreme move, reached for her blouse, trying to reach her medium-sized, pointed breasts, which the thin silk and the absence of a bra showed. They were irresistible! She stepped back, lightly, then grabbed her lover's arm:

     "Don't you dare, smartie. No low blow."

     "If every crime has a flaw, every woman has a weakness."

     "And so does every man. Let me tell your friends where yours is!"

     "For God's sake, Patrícia. Not that. That's a State secret."

     "So behave yourself and think about what you're going to do. Just one question: when are you traveling to Punta Arenas?"

     "Fifteen days from now. Ema's been there for six days already."

     "Hum... You'll have plenty of time to think."

     Carlos' eyes widened:

     "What you mean, think? It's only two weeks. It's going to be great, isn't it? Let's think together."

     "Together? Together my ass! You won't be seeing my face any time soon, baby."

     Patrícia got up and quickly headed for the door, but before she left, she turned around and said goodbye with a sensual move of her lips:

     "Smooch smooch buh bye!"

     "But..."

     Patrícia walked away haughtily. She left Carlos standing there like a statue, thirsty and unable to drink from the fountain.