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Of course, before that Thursday as spring remembered, preceded other days, other equally Thursday to remember and save the album from memory.

As it was yesterday, yesterday and this six years have passed, which is the first Thursday fragrant in my house.

But that was then ... I remember the first time Rosa spoiled my body. The first time, somehow, I was shocked to see Rosa's body tremble, these repeated convulsions of pleasure spasms of a woman who never, until our bodies were delivered, of course had seen or experienced before meeting Rosa, Rosa falling in love, to love.

First were our eyes that were cited without words but with concealed behind the counter trade where both were dealing with hysterical clients, where the two accomplices, we laughed at them and we guiñabamos the eye when they left, after buying something needed at all?. Later came the words, meetings and emails brought coffee and noting the time of our appointment.

We wanted to go knowing, penetrating gaze, the thought of another. Know whether those our sidelong glances when we thought we looked the other does not correspond to a friendship beyond words, or a sexual quirk barely acknowledged by the "wrong", or a woman to woman in love, something that our eyes face to face they could or wanted to hide.

My sexual satisfaction, my tingling in the presence of another woman had experienced since he was young, twenty short years.

I thought it would be temporary, say that I always looked at women over me. When I say top I mean who were older than me or that stand out in any school sports, such as Adriana, a volleyball player three years older than me.

I had as a volleyball player until the twenty-five years, but between Adriana and I only had eyes, curiosity when we tried to match in the locker room to get in the shower together ("all the showers are full, let me in, that I running late? "). But in September 1990 approved the competitive Alberto as a notary (years before had graduated as a journalist and was a stockbroker in his spare time, but family tradition had to be notarized), and there he finished the volleyball and coincidences.

Alberto was a good party, with notice of its own, inherited from his father, the last scion of a family with origins and generations of graduates in law and four years older than me. After several years of dating decided or was decided (here we change it to mark that you do not have anything to do) that by the end of 1990 we married.

Planned, said and done.

That tingling, butterflies fluttering in my speaking of my friends, who had read in Cosmo that I had that happen, not when Albert had never experienced or had me briefly sat on me. True, Alberto, excellent businessman on the other hand, never had sexual fantasies for even the minutes you spent on your pleasure and at the same time seeking to give satisfaction to me.

This was, without Volley, with a job to occupy more time and run away from home, with casual looks to Rose, when I received a brief email, I printed, to be sure not to forget where I said "A 18h in the first floor of the Café de la Tarde "

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