Anticipation heightens pleasure, both for her and for me. I had every intention of kissing her again, and again. She was like a drug to me; so young, ...weet, and deliciously spicy. But there was more. I’d watched this charming girl grow up since she was seven. I’d experienced her childhood, her sweet innocence, how fantasy blended with reality in her play, how she would skip for no reason other than she was happy, and how she involved me in her activities by force of personality.She’d gifted me. You don’t have to put up with any more of their shit.”She squirmed and tried to get away, but he had her. She said, “How do you know so much?”He got his arms around her and pulled her in close, “You’re a smart woman, too smart for them. Why don’t you just quit?”She struck right back, “And do what? Live off your salary. I don’t remember taking any vows of poverty.”“No,” he said, “but you could go out on your own. You’re smart. You know people. I bet in a couple years you’d have a thriving. " I took a drink of soda, thrilled that there was a vending machine. "My dad and I took turns driving." I took a quick bite of my food, thinking that I might not get to eat otherwise.They talked back and forth and I tuned them out as I gazed around the lunchroom. It looked like a room cram-packed with teenagers, everyone sitting with their own grade except for a few that seemed to wander from table to table."What was that?" I asked, hearing the tail end of a conversation."We were talking about. Siempre cambiando de opinión, exigiendo más, tirando por tierra todas mis ideas... Aquella mujer y yo no conectábamos desde el primer día, y sin embargo, fue ella la que convenció a su marido, cuya única aportación a la casa había sido económica, para que yo se la hiciera.Llegué a la casa, que estaba para entregar, y no quedaba ya ningún operario. Estaba ella sola. Me abrió la puerta desde el interfono de la tercera planta, junto a su habitación, pero no bajó a recibirme como era habitual.