Chapter 01: Peter Story
Special Thanks to my editor LadyCibelle for all the hard work and brainstorming. She made it better than I ever could. This is best read as Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4 to preserve the view points and the key actions and their effects. Hope you enjoy it!
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My name is Peter Molloy. I don't know if that is relevant but it seems like a good place to start. I am an average man of average height, weight, and looks. I'm 52 and very modestly successful, I suppose. I like to run and hit the gym as often as I can, to stave off obesity and cardiac arrest. I work as a computer system engineer in the telecommunications industry. It's not what I wanted to do with my life but it does pay the bills.
One thing my job does afford me is the opportunity to travel. It was during one of these trips helping to set up a data warehouse in Sao Paulo, Brazil that I met my lovely wife. I had been married before as have about half the male population of the United States. It had ended badly and I have to say it was my fault but I will expand more upon that later.
First, I should explain the circumstances surrounding how I came to meet and later marry Maria. It will help to make things clearer on how I came to take her test and the results.
As I said we met while I was working in San Paulo, Brazil. Mike, a co-worker, and I had been assigned to go to San Paulo to help install some HP Superdome servers which were going to be used to run high availability billing application for Bellsouth down there. Mike was a hell of a system engineer and I could speak reasonable Spanish and had an interest in learning Portuguese so I went with him.
The work was easy but the hours were long. The Brazilian engineers we worked with were friendly enough and we did develop a rapport with them. I did notice however that when the discussions weren't about work, the topic always seemed to turn to women and who was nailing whom. I'm not a prude, mind you, but I was uncomfortable with this, for reasons which will become apparent later. But not wanting to jeopardize the working relationship we had been developing I let the conversation flow in whichever direction it took. Mike however was fascinated and turned the conversation in that direction every time he could.
If the stories laid out for us were to be believed, it was perfectly alright for these guys to have extramarital affairs. Indeed, it was almost mandatory! The wives, on the other hand, were to pretty much shut up, cook, clean and behave themselves. The wife was an extension of the Madonna/Earth Mother myth, I suppose. Now, don't misunderstand, I am not saying all men felt this way, just the ones we were working with. Actually, I think most of the stories were wishful thinking but it wouldn't help the company or our task in Brazil to say so.
After a particularly long day which required us to rebuild a server three times, an engineer named Ramón asked Mike and I if we would like to go clubbing and let off a little steam. Mike and I had pretty much stayed close to the hotel as this was post Iraq and post Patriot Act and North Americans weren't particularly liked in Brazil at that time. Tolerated, yes but hardly cultivated. (You may recall, Brazil was one country who had reciprocated the new practice the US had implemented of photographing people coming into the US.) Ramón laughed at this and said he and his buddies would protect us. Mike and I decided to go.
I have to say that this was a bit of a task for me as I am not what one would call a "social" person. It is not that don't like people it is just that I had never really honed the necessary people skills. What skills I did possess hadn't been taken out for a test drive in probably at least 12 years since the breakup of my marriage. Since that time, I had learned that it was better for me, safer for others, and for me, if I just kept my own company.
You see, for a good part of my young adult life I was what might have been called "sex addict." Between the ages of 18 and 30 I fucked anything and everything. I just couldn't get enough of women. I loved their breasts, their thighs, and the pungent aroma of their arousal. I would have screwed an anaconda in those days. During those years there was no emotional involvement mind you, just mindless sex. By the age of 31, I had met a woman I thought I loved and married. For a while the beast had been tamed. You know how the worst people to be around are recovering addicts in some ways; like a non-smoker being around smokers? How they are always preaching and passing judgment? That was me. I was a recovering cock hound.
Going back to that evening, Ramón and two others picked us up at our hotel and said that we were going to a particular club which was supposed to be "the place" in Sao Paulo. Ramón winked at me and said, "We go there to meet the ladies, you know?" I didn't bother to tell him I never thought he went for the shrimp scampi.
The place was jumping. Spacious and facing the ocean, it was tightly packed with Sao Paulo's young and old alike all looking to have a good time. Loud mixes of Tropicalia, Bossa Nova and the ever present Samba beats reverberated against the walls. I enjoyed being there. Mike was just about to die when he saw that the women outnumbered the men by about 4 to 1. I confess I was very pleased to be there as well. Even those of us entering our "golden years" need a little eye candy! And it was there in spades! Everywhere one looked there were beautiful Latin women of every shape and hue! Dark black haired morena, light blondes, everything! Ramón led us over to a larger table and we sat down. I was prepared to give my tired eyes a feast tonight! We ordered a round of drinks. It wasn't about a few minutes later that I saw Maria.
Now, it is probably prejudiced of me to say, but if Brazilian women are the bomb, Maria classified as a 10 megaton nuke! She wasn't tall only about 5 feet which was a plus to me. Like many women in the place she had soft, flawless cinnamon skin which almost radiated heat from across the floor. Long, thick black hair that could only be described as luxurious framed her face. Even from that distance and in that lighting I could see her eyes would be black yet inviting. She was wearing a short black dress which accented every accent of her body. I could easily see the outline of full breasts. My eyes went to her legs which were smooth, round and curved. My gaze moved up to a round, full behind accenting her morena blood. For the briefest of moments she noticed me noticing her and smiled brightly. From that moment, I was hopelessly in love. (Yes, sometimes it does happen just that way.)
Ramón had noticed my attention had been diverted as well. He leaned over to me and said," I see you have noticed our Maria Marlene, amigo."
I couldn't pull my eyes away from her. "Huh? Ahh, Sim. Quem é ela? Who is she?"
Ramón grinned. "That is Maria Marlene Lucinea Samia. She was the girlfriend of a guy I know. Actually, I knew she would be here tonight. A year ago when she catches him with another woman; of course, it was nothing but she is angry and never saw him again. Women, they make so much from nothing!"
Mike was working on his second Caipiniha, a particularly potent Brazilian concoction; their version of Montezuma's Revenge. He asked "Who are we talking about?"
Ramón nodded over in the Maria's direction.
Mike was ever the diplomat. "Jesus H. Christ! Will you look at that body!" he breathed. Ramón laughed. I tried to climb under my chair.
Mike pulled at his drink. "Ramón, old buddy, I got to have me some of that!"
"You want me to invite her over?" Ramón winked at me.
"Oh, hell yeah! Her and someone for yourself and Pete here." Mike replied.
Ramón set of and walked over in Maria direction. I used the time to set Mike straight. "Look, Mike. We are guests in this fucking country. We don't need any trouble, understand?"
