INNOCENCE FOR RENT 7
Jul 20, 2026 · 25 min · 10 segments
PART 7
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Jul 20, 2026 · 25 min · 10 segments
PART 7
My only consolation for my frustrating professional development was that this job allowed me to eat at home and immediately go down to the pool, where I spent the whole afternoon swimming, reading, sunbathing, or chatting when later friends from the urbanization came down.
Thus, he escaped the uncomfortable company of Solva, always lying on the sofa taking a nap or watching the cycling, or even some soap opera, like a real uneducated Maruja.
It had been several months since Ivan left me, and I still hadn't managed to recover.
I kept thinking about him often, and enduring stings of grief and pain in my heart, especially when my mind was idle.
my big mistake was of course to get carried away on the day of the damn tattoo succumbed to my six sex drive now i think that it was also a mistake to tell him everything to confess in detail and signs I did it because even though I'm an immoral nymphomaniac, I'm also sincere, and I couldn't have gone on with him hiding the deception.
I had hoped that he would understand and forgive me.
Perhaps she was even morbid that another man would enjoy my body.
She had considered the possibility of me, all naive, just as she was excited that others would see me naked.
Obviously, it was not like that, and he was destroyed.
Without bad intentions, but beset by incomprehension, he fired a battery of questions and reproaches that made me feel like a monster.
When the breakup was fresh, I blamed myself for the damage I had done to her, for having messed up everything, for having ruined something so beautiful.
He cursed my indomitable nature, reviewing the lurid sexual affairs that had populated my life over and over again.
Weeks later, I began to feel sorry for myself.
If I continued torturing myself, I would end badly.
In addition, my mother was worried.
She didn't say anything, but it showed.
Time had passed, and anyone who saw me from their balcony on any given afternoon would give the impression that I was happy, doing laps in the pool, fooling around with the lifeguard, or dozing in the meadow.
The reality was that inside I was still touched, no matter how hard I tried to raise my head.
Time would end up closing the wounds.
My only consolation for my frustrating professional development was that this job allowed me to eat at home and immediately go down to the pool, where I spent the whole afternoon swimming, reading, sunbathing, or chatting when later friends from the urbanization came down.
Thus, he escaped the uncomfortable company of Solva, always lying on the sofa taking a nap or watching the cycling, or even some soap opera, like a real uneducated Maruja.
It had been several months since Ivan left me, and I still hadn't managed to recover.
I kept thinking about him often, and enduring stings of grief and pain in my heart, especially when my mind was idle.
my big mistake was of course to get carried away on the day of the damn tattoo succumbed to my six sex drive now i think that it was also a mistake to tell him everything to confess in detail and signs I did it because even though I'm an immoral nymphomaniac, I'm also sincere, and I couldn't have gone on with him hiding the deception.
I had hoped that he would understand and forgive me.
Perhaps she was even morbid that another man would enjoy my body.
She had considered the possibility of me, all naive, just as she was excited that others would see me naked.
Obviously, it was not like that, and he was destroyed.
Without bad intentions, but beset by incomprehension, he fired a battery of questions and reproaches that made me feel like a monster.
When the breakup was fresh, I blamed myself for the damage I had done to her, for having messed up everything, for having ruined something so beautiful.
He cursed my indomitable nature, reviewing the lurid sexual affairs that had populated my life over and over again.
Weeks later, I began to feel sorry for myself.
If I continued torturing myself, I would end badly.
In addition, my mother was worried.
She didn't say anything, but it showed.
Time had passed, and anyone who saw me from their balcony on any given afternoon would give the impression that I was happy, doing laps in the pool, fooling around with the lifeguard, or dozing in the meadow.
The reality was that inside I was still touched, no matter how hard I tried to raise my head.
Time would end up closing the wounds.
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