Page 152 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

I’m absolutely floored.

“He’s such a gentleman,” she says. “That man drives me crazy.”

“You slept with him!”

“Yes.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

“You?”

“What? Yes!” Raquel says. “Yes, of course, me. Do you think I’m an asexual clam or something? Hey, I have my needs, and I like Juan Alberto. Of course I slept with him. But I waited to tell you because I wanted to tell you in person.”

“Is this a new you?”

My sister raises her eyebrow.

“Hey, I’m modern now.”

We laugh.

“But wait—didn’t you say you had an argument?”

“Yes, but when he got out of the car and cornered me, oh God...oh God, Cuchu, my body was electrified!”

I can imagine! I think about Eric and sigh.

“And then he kissed me and said, with that accent of his, ‘I wouldn’t mind being your slave if you were my mistress,’ and I couldn’t take it anymore. That’s when I dragged him into the car and threw myself at him.”

I’m going to die from laughing so hard.

My sister kills me.

“You threw yourself at him?”

“Oh yes...right there, in that very alley, it was the craziest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I skinned my left leg with the gear shift, but Mother of God! What a moment! It felt amazing. I hadn’t had sex since the fourth month of being pregnant with Lucía and, Cuchu...it was incredible.”

Eric looks over at me and grins. He likes to see me happy.

“When we finished, he didn’t let me get out of the car and drove like a madman to your house,” says my sister. “You know, Papá had left him the keys and, when we went in—”

“Tell me, tell me...”

God...I’m going crazy. My own lack of sex makes me want to know everything about my sister’s adventures. She blushes, but she can’t stop her confession. It just pours out of her.

“We made love everywhere. On the dining table, on the porch, in the shower, against the pantry wall, on the floor...”

“Wow, Raquel.”

“Ah...and in bed too.” When she sees the look of amazement on my face, she adds, “Oh, Cuchufleta, that man knows how to possess me in a way I never thought I would experience. When we’re together, I literally become a she-wolf!”

My sister’s earnestness is overwhelming, and just listening to her raises my libido.

“I’m so jealous of you,” I tell her.

“Why?” But then she gets it. “When I got pregnant with Luz, Jesús didn’t touch me for four months. He was afraid of hurting the baby.”

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