Punta Arenas, January 9th, 2011, 10:30 a.m. (36 hours before)...

     ... Ten days after Ema arrived in Punta Arenas, Carlos landed in the Chilean city. His journey had lasted twelve days and twenty-one hours. When he landed at Presidente Carlos Ibañez del Campo International Airport, he was surprised by someone who was anxiously waiting for him. And it wasn't Ema!

     "Patrícia! What are you doing in here?"

     "On vacation, my love!"

     He looked around apprehensively:

     "My God, are you crazy? I just got off the phone with Ema. She's in a café here at the airport. She's going to see us together."

     He took her arm:

     "Let's go to another place."

     "No, no! Here's the address I'm at. Drop by."

     Patrícia handed him a small piece of paper and left quickly. On the way, he passed Ema, but as far as Carlos knew, they didn't know each other. And there was a lot of cold clothing, sunglasses, hats and caps, all helping to hide their faces. Carlos almost had a heart attack at the sight of the two almost colliding. He froze, if it was possible to feel even colder in the southernmost city on the planet. Ema hugged him:

     "Hi... Are you ok?"

     Carlos kissed her lightly, with cold lips:

     "Yes. It's so cold!"

     "Don't even mention it! Shall we go to the hostel straight away?"

     "You don't have to say it twice."

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     Carlos was in a bad situation, but the risk of 'make it double' excited him. That woman hadn't seen him for just over a month, anxious to meet him again, and that other 'ocean liner' waiting for him in another 'port' in the city.

     But he surprised himself. All that time he hadn't seen the biologist had momentarily revived his desire for her. He was addicted to sex! He inwardly boasted about it. As soon as he had entered the room, he had sex with Ema in a voracious way. Later, however, he managed to escape and go to meet Patrícia. He informed himself. The town wasn't that big and the inn where his wife had stayed, although in a remote and wooded area, wasn't that far from the hotel where the writer was staying Just as he had done with Ema, without thinking twice, he grabbed Patricia and gave her a long kiss. The sexual reunion between the two was also breathtaking. Carlos had been eager for that luscious, harmonious body. I didn't know why, but he had always been attracted to slightly older women. Ema wasn't the first. Patrícia wouldn't be the last. In any case, although they were mature, Ema and Patricia were not old at all. On the contrary. They looked like two young women in their prime.

     "You're miserable one, Patrícia. You didn't let me satisfy my thirst in São Paulo. Now I want to drink everything I can."

     Patricia, lying next to him, jumped up and went to the window, looking through the pane, making herself difficult. Naked, with a statuesque body, Carlos watched her, her black hair on her bare back. In his heart he felt like a real womanizer, because Ema was nothing like Patrícia, she even had a similar body, but she was blonde and a little chubbier, but only a little. In his daydreams, he imagined himself with both of them there, in a real orgy and promiscuity.

     Between sips of whisky, a spicy comment:

     "Patrícia, your glutes are beautiful, prominent and rounded. Perfectly smooth."

     "My butt, you mean."

     "I meant it in a poetic way, a beautiful butt like that deserves it, don't you think"

     Patrícia turned down the heat in the room a little, for obvious reasons:

     "Hm... Poetry... That's all I needed."

     She threw herself on him:

     "I was right to come here, wasn't I? I've been here for five days."

     "And where were you hiding, back in São Paulo?"

     "Doing my 'runs'. Or do you think I'm just like you, a bon vivant? Then I came here."

     "I looked for you like a crazy man. And where did you get the money?"

     "If I told you I'd done a few 'programs', would you believe me?"

     He stretched his neck to relax the uncomfortable tension:

     "Yeah, sure. Of course I believe it! You're a call girl, aren't you? This interior designer stuff is all hooey. Although you're more like a sugar mommy than a girl."

     She cursed at him:

     "Son of a bitch, are you calling me old? But you like it! Now, if I'm a girl or if I'm a sugar mommy, however I got the money, does it make any difference?"

     "No, it doesn't and to hell with it! A call girl makes me even hornier, if you ask me. But you really are unpredictable. Back in São Paulo you said you didn't want to see me anymore, now you're here. You're crazy!"

     "But who says I've given up on you? I just took my team off the field for a while. However, I'm not made of steel. Since I'm on vacation, why not combine the useful with the pleasant?"

     "Who or what is the nice one in this story? The vacations or me?"

     "The vacations, of course! You are only useful to satisfy my desires. For now."

     She laughed at her own words. But she was still regretful:

     "But now I'm even feeling bad, you know? For Ema! The poor thing was waiting for you after several days on the high seas; then she waited another ten days in this cold place and where are you? Here, with me. Even if she doesn't know where you've gone, she must be mortified by terrible suspicions, suspicious of her own shadow, feeling betrayed and unloved. I can only imagine what's been going through her mind, a desire to put an end to everything. Maybe even end our poor lives!"

     She stood up again and once more, in front of the window, admired the leafy tree outside. She soon felt the manhood of her lover, who embraced her from behind. He whispered in her ear:

     "You're amazing! You don't speak, you narrate, as if you were writing a book. Come to bed, will you? Forget Ema. We're going to write a book, but a different kind of book, an erotic book, where I'm going to make you delirious with pleasure. I'm going to teach you this other art."

     Patrícia threw her head back, resting it on the chest of Carlos, who was taller than her, in awe of the beautiful words. Had he rehearsed? The touch on her breasts made her surrender completely and Carlos took her to bed, where he loved her again, lustfully and deeply. Later, when they were exhausted and lying next to each other, she said:

     "That's crazy! You're really something! And you're such a scoundrel and a crook, I know you had sex with Ema not more than an hour ago. Now you're here and then you might go back and have sex with her again."

     "No doubt about it!"

     "Do you think I didn't smell her on your body? You suck... But don't think that because of what happened here, I'm going to make things easy. I made an exception in the agenda, but I haven't changed my mind. I've already told you that I don't want to be the other woman... But now I think you'd better go back to your wife. She must already be in agony. And it's a good idea to wash yourself very well. Dry your hair! Don't show any signs."

     Patrícia had been crazy with desire, but after satisfying it, reason returned. Carlos Said:

     "I will! But I will be back! Until the trip to Antarctica early tomorrow morning, I'll still have some time."

     Patrícia doubted that he would have time to get back, after all, the trip with Ema was scheduled for 8.30 am the next day. And she herself, within her schedule, had things to do, so she got rid of him right away, almost kicking him out, because he didn't want to leave.

     "Thirst satisfied!" she declared to herself as soon as he left.