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Note: In this story all the relevant characters are over 18 years.
It's not my style to just write erotic scenes prior context, so it's going to be a long story. I appreciate the comments and opinions, they motivate me to continue writing.
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I, Baltazar
"There is no secret better kept than the one that everyone knows"
George Bernard Shaw.
Chapter 1: This is what you saying?
I woke up drowsy, wanting to go on sleeping and at the same time satisfied by rest, a strange contradiction.
The rays of light passing through the window give the impression that dawn was already history. And then I realize, Shit! I'm getting late. I got up and grabbed my backpack, a super quick facelift to clear my mind and goodbye.
On the way to high school and with more time to think; I was trying to give an explanation to my circumstance, making a rough calculation of the hours I slept: Nine hours! Did I do anything last night? Maybe the round of exercises was too much. Did I overdo it and push my body to the limit? Did the I gave myself before bed leave me offline? The latter was embarrassing, and I didn't think about it anymore.
My stomach gnawed reminding me that I hadn't had breakfast, fortunately a few steps away, the window of a restaurant with multiple bites stood out like an-oasis in the desert.
"What a shit country!" an elderly man complained.
"It's the president's fault, damn Democrats!" his tablemate maintained.
"You're blind, Congress doesn't give you full powers...!" another man replied from an adjoining table.
The gathering inside the restaurant continued, while the diners were attentive to the events that the television offered. What the is going on? I tried to turn on my cell phone to check; But I dismissed the idea when I remembered that it had no battery. Oh no, that's why the alarm didn't go off, damn! I don't usually watch the journalistic show of the news, its quality and bias leaves much to be desired. I let out a sigh, and with no other choice I joined the rest.
"The government decreed a state of emergency and establishes the immobilization of people due to the disturbances caused by the clashes between the forces of law and order and demonstrators..." said the beautiful anchor of the news program.
"Do you want an order," the waitress interrupted.
By her voice and attire, she was clearly a foreigner, from some Caribbean country; maybe. She wore a well-fitted uniform highlighting her good attributes, her exotic appearance did not go unnoticed by some customers who looked at her out of the corner of their eyes.
"Aren't the prices too high..." I replied when I saw the letter.
"If you're not going to ask for anything, walk away! You're wasting the lady's time, there are a lot of customers we're waiting for!" a man with a huge belly came to her defense. "Nowadays young people are used to taking it easy..."
Before he could continue to boast and try to get the waitress's attention, I cut him off.
"A chicken sandwich, please," I turned to the waitress, resigned, knowing that it was the only thing I could afford.
The Caribbean woman looked at me with concealed displeasure and went to answer the call of her defender, who left her a considerable tip while the waitress adopted a suggestive pose to better expose her cleavage.
I didn't waste any more time, finished the sandwich quickly and made it to high school.
"What happened to you, why were you late?" the attendant asked me at the door of the living room.
"I couldn't sleep because of the heat of the night, and I went to bed late," I replied the first excuse that crossed my mind to the tutor.
"It's the first week of the semester, you have to be more responsible if you plan to get into the best university..." the assistant's sermon continued, but I couldn't concentrate, she put on a tight shirt that highlights her front attributes in a good way.
"You're listening to me, I hope I don't repeat it again..." I tried not to look away, but the soft scent of the perfume she gave off and especially the small mole that adorned the beginning of her bust challenged my instincts.
"Yes, Miss Roxy, it won't happen again," I tried to end the conversation.
"Well, I'm counting on you, you can do it," he said goodbye with a smile.
She is the favorite tutor of the students, she almost always showed kindness and empathy to other people, she was loved by women because she was there to listen to their problems, and she was popular with men because of her well-shaped face and gifted anatomy. Surely she is the muse of many students and who knows, maybe of some teachers.
I entered through the back door of the classroom, so as not to interrupt the class I went to the only free folders that were at the end of the classroom.
"Remember that the absolute value of a number is its distance from 0 on the number line. The general form of an absolute value function is..."
Mathematics generates a feeling of tension and anxiety in students, especially if the teacher expresses himself in a robotic way, the consequence is reflected more accentuated in the students in the last columns, I thought.
"Hey, Baltazar! Why were you late, you don't even have money for the bus anymore?" said Flavio, while the group of his friends laughed as they went along.
I just ignored his comment and sat down next to Teo, a guy I rarely struck up a conversation with, I think he didn't even notice and continued to play some Battle Royale on his phone.
"Next week we will have the first exam, and this is a problem that may come. Any volunteers to solve it?" the professor asked.
No one offered, the teacher had the habit of placing problems not seen in class as a prelude to another topic, so the students were not sure if they could solve it.
"Anyone?" he asked again.
Faced with the silence and doubt of the students, the teacher with gestures of disappointment took his eyes off the students.
