couldn’t care less about underwear.”
Then I started to walk with every intention of not stopping until I received some definite sign from her that she was willing to play the game. It was the moment of truth for the punter and that wicked little girl put an end to any uncertainty with a sole hammer blow.
“Good,” she shouted, “I’m not wearing any.”
“What?”
“Panties. I’m not wearing any panties.” As I made my way back she explained, “You can see everything through these leggings. There’s nothing uglier than going round showing the world that you’re being wedgied by your underwear.”
I must confess that, like any other dirty swine, my eyes went immediately to check the most obvious part of Rosana’s anatomy, to see if she was telling the truth. And she was, in an obvious and disturbing way.
“Watch it, cop. That’s pushing it a bit,” she warned, folding her hands in front of her. There’s no need for me to explain my confusion. It was so great that Rosana must have felt obliged to help me out.
“It’s a deal” she said, coming closer.
“What’s a deal?”
“I beg you. Please don’t go. So come and sit with me.”
“I’m not sure I’m going to keep the deal,” I tried to back out. “I think you’re getting mixed up in all this. You must be too young. How old are you?”
Rosana turned flirty as she answered, “Right now I’m fifteen. Sixteen in January. Are you old enough to be my father?”
“No. I wasn’t socializing with women when you were born. I only loved them.”
“The way you talk is really funny.”
“I’m a very funny cop. That’s why I work with juvenile delinquents.”
“Have you caught Borja yet?”
“I’m not after Borja. I’m interested in his pusher. Borja is a hopeless moron, with a father who chairs the Alumni Association and gives him fifteen thousand pesetas pocket money every Saturday. If we put all the morons like him, or his father, in jail, we’d run out of prisons.”
Rosana walked back towards a bench and sat down. I didn’t move.
“Are you really sure you don’t want to come and sit with me?” she invited me. “Everyone wants to sit with me, if I let them. I’m very popular.”
“I don’t doubt it at all. You’re first in your class and the prettiest girl in school. If you had a ton of pimples and your ass was so big you couldn’t get your leggings on you’d be less popular, even if you were top of the class. But it’s not such a bad thing that you take advantage of it. No-one would feel sorry for you if you didn’t take advantage of it.”
“Come here,” she insisted, patting the bench with her lily white hand.
“I shouldn’t. You were late. If I sit down you’ll think it doesn’t matter whether or not you comply with my conditions.”
“I promise I won’t.”
“You promise. And what makes you think that’s good enough for me? I’ve lied a thousand times when I’ve made promises.”
Her full lips, ever so slightly redder than normal, quirked up in a triumphant crescent moon.
“I’ve been here since ten to eleven. Behind that tree. I’m not lying. I saw you arrive at eleven o’clock exactly and set the alarm on your watch.”
“Alright,” I agreed. “You like to set traps for me. You have a twisted mind. Just the type of girl I like.”
I sat down next to her and as I was taking my seat I had a very foolish, very sentimental idea. In the course of my love life, in spite of what I expected when I was twenty and all the girls used to laugh at me, I’ve managed to enjoy the favors of some really quite not so bad looking women. But I never had the sensation of fulfilling a desire, that is that the little thing sitting quiet and docile at one’s side is the object of desire you’ve been looking for and has evaded you a thousand times. The most I got to experience was a feeling that I’d robbed someone of their desire, like when I conquered Sabine, a magnificent German girl the guy who
Then I started to walk with every intention of not stopping until I received some definite sign from her that she was willing to play the game. It was the moment of truth for the punter and that wicked little girl put an end to any uncertainty with a sole hammer blow.
“Good,” she shouted, “I’m not wearing any.”
“What?”
“Panties. I’m not wearing any panties.” As I made my way back she explained, “You can see everything through these leggings. There’s nothing uglier than going round showing the world that you’re being wedgied by your underwear.”
I must confess that, like any other dirty swine, my eyes went immediately to check the most obvious part of Rosana’s anatomy, to see if she was telling the truth. And she was, in an obvious and disturbing way.
“Watch it, cop. That’s pushing it a bit,” she warned, folding her hands in front of her. There’s no need for me to explain my confusion. It was so great that Rosana must have felt obliged to help me out.
“It’s a deal” she said, coming closer.
“What’s a deal?”
“I beg you. Please don’t go. So come and sit with me.”
“I’m not sure I’m going to keep the deal,” I tried to back out. “I think you’re getting mixed up in all this. You must be too young. How old are you?”
Rosana turned flirty as she answered, “Right now I’m fifteen. Sixteen in January. Are you old enough to be my father?”
“No. I wasn’t socializing with women when you were born. I only loved them.”
“The way you talk is really funny.”
“I’m a very funny cop. That’s why I work with juvenile delinquents.”
“Have you caught Borja yet?”
“I’m not after Borja. I’m interested in his pusher. Borja is a hopeless moron, with a father who chairs the Alumni Association and gives him fifteen thousand pesetas pocket money every Saturday. If we put all the morons like him, or his father, in jail, we’d run out of prisons.”
Rosana walked back towards a bench and sat down. I didn’t move.
“Are you really sure you don’t want to come and sit with me?” she invited me. “Everyone wants to sit with me, if I let them. I’m very popular.”
“I don’t doubt it at all. You’re first in your class and the prettiest girl in school. If you had a ton of pimples and your ass was so big you couldn’t get your leggings on you’d be less popular, even if you were top of the class. But it’s not such a bad thing that you take advantage of it. No-one would feel sorry for you if you didn’t take advantage of it.”
“Come here,” she insisted, patting the bench with her lily white hand.
“I shouldn’t. You were late. If I sit down you’ll think it doesn’t matter whether or not you comply with my conditions.”
“I promise I won’t.”
“You promise. And what makes you think that’s good enough for me? I’ve lied a thousand times when I’ve made promises.”
Her full lips, ever so slightly redder than normal, quirked up in a triumphant crescent moon.
“I’ve been here since ten to eleven. Behind that tree. I’m not lying. I saw you arrive at eleven o’clock exactly and set the alarm on your watch.”
“Alright,” I agreed. “You like to set traps for me. You have a twisted mind. Just the type of girl I like.”
I sat down next to her and as I was taking my seat I had a very foolish, very sentimental idea. In the course of my love life, in spite of what I expected when I was twenty and all the girls used to laugh at me, I’ve managed to enjoy the favors of some really quite not so bad looking women. But I never had the sensation of fulfilling a desire, that is that the little thing sitting quiet and docile at one’s side is the object of desire you’ve been looking for and has evaded you a thousand times. The most I got to experience was a feeling that I’d robbed someone of their desire, like when I conquered Sabine, a magnificent German girl the guy who
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