Always the same man, same bed, same bathroom, and same face in the mirror.Try as I might though, I could not recall the face. I recall that it was fri...htening, but as for details, it was all a blur, except for the eyes. Yes, the eyes. It was yellow and the pupils were slits, similar to the ones on a cat. I supposed it was rather mesmerizing, if one didn't mind the splashes of blood that covered the face. Inside the pupils though, it was filled with fire and cruelty.That was as much detail as I. He was an old friendly man who sometimes gave me some extra money. I really liked him. Carmella was a divorced Latina woman and started a new job in the library. From the first moment, I was attracted to her and I didn’t know why. She could have been my mother, but she looked young and fresh, though she was 41. First, I often looked through my room’s window when she walked by. She was a beautiful woman with the typical attractive curves of a Latina American woman: wide hips, round ass, tanned. “I’ll see you at your car.”“Are you riding in with me?” She asked.“I would like to; it’s still our date day. Of course, if you are sitting in the car, I won’t be able to see your magnificent butt.”“You really like my butt, don’t you?”“It is the best part of your body, as far as I know.”“Well you will get to know more today, and later in the week, you will get to know it all.”“We’ll see how it goes. But right now, it certainly looks like I am going to know a lot more about a lot of women.”“Hurry. I guess to make up for all the backstabbing anddirty tricks he pulled as he rose in the union, so hewanted his children to be pure and innocent. Thesisters certainly did a thorough job of training yourmind in the arts and sciences. “They kind of overdid being pious and holy at alltimes; you were always so pure and innocent, a virginwhen you married unfortunately with a refrigeratorfor a cunt. All the nuns could teach you about being awife was to pray, be modest and obedient. They.