i've left you a thousand messages!
and this suitcase?!
and that broken leg?
i see, we're in great shape.
listen, if that's how you'll greet me, i'll leave.
i've left you a thousand messages.
and this suitcase?
and the cast on your leg?
wow! well, we're in good shape.  i also broke up with my husband.
i have left you a thousand messages!
what about this suitcase!
and that cast on your leg?
well, we're in good shape! i've also broken up with my husband.
neither have i.
four days ago. i could see it coming. the thing is that after breaking up, i go out onto the street and i notice there is this "guy" looking at me.
oh my, gazpacho! can i have a bowl?
how so?
pina, my god!
i've tripped on the thing, but i didn't want to pry.  and the bed? i think i noticed it smoking a bit.
yes. i was telling you that i also have a suitcase at home.
no. it's a suitcase with fifteen kilos of cocaine, uncut.
no! how could you think that! i am still a counselor for social affairs in the city hall! the suitcase appeared in my closet. imagine the scandal if the police find out. they could put me in jail!
i have to get rid of those fifteen kilos as soon as possible. because of the hours we keep, politicians consume a lot of drugs. so, between my party cohorts and city hall, i could distribute two kilos, but what do i do with the rest!
are you crazy? how could i throw it out?! i have to keep the police from finding it in my house.  i have to take it some other place, immediately!
well, it's clear, honey!
as i was telling you, after breaking up with my husband, i bumped into this guy on the street who kept watching at me, good-looking, well hung. summing up, i took him home and screwed him over and over.
in bed? divine. look at my arm hair? i've got goose-bumps! (she shows her the hair on her arm,
what else could i do?! so he asked me if he could stay at my place for a few days and i said ok, but i couldn't promise anything. i didn't want him thinking that i was that easy. so he brought the suitcase. he asked me if i cared if he kept it in the closet. he said that he was attached to the suitcase. and, well, why would i care?! by pure chance, i am watching tv last night and i find out that the police have nabbed him in the course of a drug sting operation and that he is one of the most wanted traffickers! i open the suitcase and i discover that it is filled with little bags of cocaine. i ran out of the house and i haven't returned since.
i was wondering why he was such a good fuck! for men living in such high-stakes conditions, each fuck could be the last! look, the goose-bumps!
i was going to ask you.  if you didn't mind that i brought it here. if they find it in my house, well, it's not about what could happen to me, but that it's just not an ideal situation for the counselor of social affairs. imagine how upset the mayor would be, and my party! my party can't take one more scandal!
the police!
i am a woman who attracts attention, pina. since i was a little girl.