26- Being delicated

I think any person with integrity does things in the right order - I admitted. - Well, unless alcohol breaks the ice.
Yes - Meb affirmed, smiling. - I feel that if I set limits or pressure you, you'll leave, like you did that night. You never came upstairs and my wish is for you to stay without any fear. I waited for you that whole hour that night, you know? The only thing I demanded was for you to come back, and you didn't come upstairs again.
Really?
Yes, then I understood that you wouldn't come back. I went down and Virginia told me that you had gone to sleep in your room. Believe me, I wanted to go in but I didn't know which room was yours and all the doors were closed… except the bathroom door.
Wow - I admitted, my breath catching at the thought of her catching me that night. - You were going to rape me - I added slowly. She started laughing.
I probably would have wanted to. But I wouldn't have forced you… even though I clung to the unbearable idea of not kissing you.
Of course… Um, is the car locked? - I asked, pretending to be clueless.
I don't want you to leave this time, but if you want to go, I'll respect your decision - She said, looking down. - So… it's all up to you. You talk and I'll listen. - The atmosphere was growing heavier and hotter, just like the movements of my hips beneath the fabric of my dress.
I like that. I'm the boss, you are my car service.
Do you know how to speak English?
Yes, sorry, I've been really immersed in English lately - I said. - Just ignore it.
No, I like it. I like that you do it.
Really?
I like you, Dasy - She said slowly, as my heart raced and filled with tenderness.
Oh, umm okay - I responded in a barely audible voice. "God, what an intense woman," I thought. - I think… that… - What should I say to her in response to that? I felt a pressure in my chest, as if the air was being sucked out of me. I needed a glass of water, and the ability to shower the person I truly cared about with affection. Thank God Patrick was never intense, I was the intense one.
Can you roll down the windows? - I asked, alarmed. - I need air - I said in a whisper. - I need air - I repeated in a murmur. With a suffocating gesture, I took off my cream-colored scarf, leaving me only in the dress that apparently brought me some lesbian luck from Venezuela.
Alright, done - She whispered as she lowered the windows halfway.
Are you okay?
Yes, I think so - I confessed honestly. - I took a deep breath and played with the elephant ring I had between my fingers. Looking out the window calmed my thoughts. At least, knowing I could escape through the window if Meb crossed the line. It's just that… you're very beautiful, really. And I… I'm just not ready to date anyone, or deal with all this romantic stuff. I actually didn't think I would see you again and I was comfortable with that idea. I'm just not ready.
Alright. No romance - She whispered, caressing my chin. I kissed her hand and immersed myself in her caresses like a kitten being pampered. The gentle waves of my pelvis started to calm inside me again. Meb leaned over me and, with her hand still caressing my chin, brought my face closer to hers. We started kissing until my carnal instincts awakened once more. I was the closest thing to a sad and horny girl you could find in a hospital in the middle of the night. I stopped kissing her when I felt her gripping my hips. I kept passionately kissing her and whispered that I had to go.
If I had balls, you would be leaving them blue - She admitted as she filled my neck with small kisses.
You have no idea how hot you make me too - She smiled and showed me her dimples again as she bent over to my seat and took hold of the back of my neck. I tried to hold her gaze but couldn't. I kissed her neck and she laughed as my hair tickled her. We agreed that it was best for me to leave first and then Milton. If we were going to meet in her car frequently, we would have to hide our marijuana and groping routine from her workplace from the start. I gave her my phone number written on one of those "Thank you for your visit" napkins that I kept in the glove compartment on top of a bag of pastries. I got out of her car and felt my panties were wet. It was incredible, I had passed the first test that Safo had sent me since I slept with Patrick and it had already been months since then - apparently, those months meant nothing to me, and now I understand it, I need years counted in months to stop missing her. I still had the memory of her fresh and vibrant lips, her gestures as she possessed me. And the image of her legs as the last memory I would keep of Patrick. I sighed and went into the hospital. That's how the hospital scene was, and the truth is that Doctor Contreras' analysis helped me a lot to cope with that moment when I needed an "I understand you" that wasn't my mother's, who only knew how to remind me of those past mistakes I wanted to leave behind. Being in the hospital was a liberating opportunity to write. I spent many nights scribbling in my notebook the words "I need you" among other things that seemed to come from somewhere in my mind, perhaps telepathic messages, I still don't know. All I know is that I started writing without knowing what to say and when I read it, I realized that I was present in that "I need you". I needed myself, I needed to build myself a future when the present was shaking me. The next day, I left early. Leslie would skip the first class and I had a surgery with a dalmatian in two hours. I hurried to get to the metro station, Meb's white van passed by me.
Do you want me to give you a ride? - Meb asked, following the pedestrian path with me as I walked alongside her moving car.
No, thanks - I replied, walking with my fingers trembling inside my coat because of the cold breeze.
Come on, I promise I won't do anything you don't want… I have unimpeachable word. - I looked at her for a second and still hesitated when I opened the front door and sat next to her.
Where are we going?
To my workplace, but first let me drop by my house, could you? - I said in an imperative tone. - I need to change out of these wrinkled and bacteria-filled clothes.
Don't you still wear a gown to attend to your pets?
Yes, but I don't want to fill them with hospital bacteria. You'd be surprised at the number of pets that usually have problems with their immune system…