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  “Did you tell Pilar I was going to try and come over?”

  “Yes, I did. She had to take care of some things.” He in fact didn’t tell Pilar that she was coming over and didn’t even tell her she’d stopped by the day before. He’d cleaned up the dishes and any other signs of Oliva’s visit. He sent Pilar off on some errands and did not let her know of Oliva’s plans to come over to say good-bye. He didn’t want anything to interfere with his plans to bed Oliva before he left for New York.

  “Remember yesterday when I was talking about my sister’s lack of finesse in picking out wines?”

  “Yes,” Oliva answered as she sat on the couch.

  “I spoke too soon. I found a very nice Riesling and I thought we’d have some fruit and cheese with it.” He wanted to loosen her inhibitions and Cactus Coolers was out of the question.

  Tony poured both he and Oliva some wine.

  Since Oliva hadn’t eaten anything since the day before, she almost immediately felt a buzz from the wine. Tony engaged her in his normal witty conversation while keeping an eye on the clock. He knew the window of time he had to seduce her was closing.

  “I’d love take you on my yacht. I just bought it a few weeks ago. It’s tremendous if I say so myself. If I sent you a ticket would you come back east and visit me?”

  “Sure!”

  Pilar and Tony both were offering her opportunities she’d never before been presented. But she was tiring of hearing about places to visit and new lifestyles to live—she was ready experience it firsthand and now! Quickly weighing the options in her head she felt Tony was a better bet. There was really no telling how much longer Pilar wanted to hide out and Oliva was ready to escape as soon as possible.

  “Can I call you sometime?”

  “Young lady, I’d be hurt if you didn’t call me.” Tony grabbed his jacket that was hanging on the back of the couch and pulled a business card from the inside pocket. “Here you go. I want you to feel free to call me any time,” he said as he handed her the card.

  Oliva glanced at the card before sliding it into the pocket of her skirt.

  Tony slid closer to her until their legs touched and poured more wine on top of the little she had left in her glass. After she took another sip he slipped his arm around her waist.

  “I can’t wait for you to visit me. I’m going to show you all the best New York has to offer; Tavern on the Green, 21 Club, and maybe we’ll spend a couple of nights at The Algonquin.”

  A surge of excitement coursed through Oliva at hearing about The Algonquin because she’d read it was one of the haunts of poet, Dorothy Parker. She was so lost in the thought of finally seeing the places she’d only read about it took a few seconds before she realized Tony was kissing her neck.

  “Pilar, she could be back any time now.”

  “No, my sister went on quite a few errands. She’ll be gone for a while.”

  Oliva knew exactly what he wanted and she was ready to give it to him in exchange for what she wanted. She sensed some guilt because she felt like she was betraying Pilar. But she needed an escape and she needed it immediately. So she leaned back on the couch and let Tony kiss and caress her body before he took her by the hand and led her to the guest bedroom.

  Oliva lay naked on the bed and though she tried to remember all the things in the book Pilar had pointed out to do in bed to please a man, it all faded in her memory. She was about to give up her virginity to a man she barely knew. Also, she was scared about the pain that was coming. Once, she’d overheard the conversation of some girls at the next table during lunch. They were talking about their first times. All of them said the first time a man entered you was painful and a couple of the girls said they had bled some.

  “Ow!” Oliva cried out as Tony bit one of her nipples.

  “I’m sorry, baby.”

  Tony nudged her legs open with his. He reached down to finger her vagina and was dismayed at her lack of wetness. What’s wrong with this girl? Usually women are screaming their heads off before I even put it in but this one is just lying here looking at the ceiling. I’ll give it to her good and change that.

  Tony spat on the tips of his fingers and ran them across the head of his penis. Oliva tried her best to hide her distaste.

  “You want it now, lover?”

  “Yes.” Oliva had to suppress a laugh at him calling her “lover”. It sounded so strange to her.

  When she felt his hardness pressing against the opening of her vagina, she braced herself for the pain. She felt a tiny pinch and then he was pumping his hips and panting wildly. He was raised up on his elbows and Oliva looked down between her legs. He’s in. But I barely felt anything. Maybe he’s not in all the way.

  Oliva tried her best to lose herself in the moment and to enjoy the experience as much as possible but she couldn’t. The women in the photographs in the book Pilar had given her all had looks of ecstasy on their faces. She wasn’t even coming close to feeling anything to make her feel that way. She kept waiting for the pleasurable sensations like the kind she got the times when Pilar demonstrated to her what a man does in the process of making love to a woman. Pilar’s touch was gentle and smooth while Tony’s was rough and clumsy. Within two to three minutes he let out a loud moan and fell off to the side of her on his back. Oliva surreptitiously glanced over at his penis.

  My God. No wonder I didn’t feel anything. It’s four inches if that. Four slim inches in fact. It certainly didn’t compare with the sizes of the men in the sex book.

  “I’ll be ready to go again in a minute,” Tony said, still breathing heavily. “I’ll finish you off, I promise.”

  Finish me off? You have to get me started first.

  Oliva just continued to lie there, feeling the small warm pool of wetness between her legs left courtesy of Tony. A few minutes later he was back on her, sucking at her breasts and stroking her body. Soon he was back inside her pumping away in rhythm-less fury. This time Oliva began to play the part. She moaned in feigned delectation, grabbed his back and moved her hips.

  Ah, that’s it. I knew you would come around to this good cock. “You’re getting it good aren’t you?” He looked down at her as she licked her lips.

  “Oh yes! Don’t stop!”

  “I won’t stop, baby. I’m slamming it! I’m slamming it!”

  What on earth is the deal with this “I’m slamming it” stuff? Do women actually enjoy this? Just shut up and get this over with.

  She received her wish five minutes later when Tony let out a sound oddly similar to that of a wolf baying at the moon, then collapsed on top of her as she waited patiently for him to get off of her. A noise from the next room caught Oliva’s ear. There was definite movement. She pushed Tony off and sat up.

  “Did you hear that?”

  “Hear what, baby?”

  As if to answer, Pilar appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. There was a hardness glinting in her eyes that were wet from tears.

  “Oliva, you have two minutes to get out of my house,” she stated simply before walking away.

  Oliva sat stunned for a moment. The sound of her heartbeat pounded in her ears so loudly it took a few seconds to make out what Tony was saying.

  “She’ll be upset for a while but I’m sure you two will be, uh, friends again soon.”

  She swiftly got up from the bed and put her clothes on. She didn’t say anything to Tony before leaving the room. Pilar was in the living room on the couch, drinking wine from one of the glasses. There were two filled garbage bags at her feet.

  “So how was it fucking my brother?” She asked without looking up.

  Oliva didn’t answer.

  “I had no idea you were such a slut. You told me you’d never been with a man before yet you walk up in here and screw Tony the minute you meet him.”

  “We met yesterday...” Oliva’s voice faltered at her own flimsy attempt to explain herself.

  “So you were over here yesterday?”

  “Yes.”

 
“Why would you do this?” She finally looked up at Oliva.

  “You told me to not give myself to someone who was poor, remember? You said to set my sights on someone who could provide me with the best.” Her voice brimmed with a plea for Pilar to understand her actions.

  Pilar got up and walked to Oliva.

  “And you actually think my brother is going to give you that? You stupid little girl. I told you what he was about, didn’t I? He won’t give you a damned thing other than what he just gave you in the bedroom.”

  “He gave me his number and said I could call him. He wants to take me around New York and on his yacht.”

  “Tony only squires around the crème de la crème of women on his arm. There’s no way in hell he’d been seen in his crowd with piece of poor trash like you.”

  Neither of the incidents that happened to Oliva that horrible weekend with her parents compared to the pain of Pilar’s words. Somehow she didn’t let the tears fall.

  Pilar walked over to the two bags, picked them up and held them out for Oliva.

  “It’s the clothes I bought you. You don’t deserve it but I want them out of my house. Take them!” She demanded when Oliva didn’t make a move to grab the bags.

  Oliva took the bags and headed for the door. Pilar walked up behind her as she got to the door.

  “I was going to give you everything, Oliva. I was going to groom you and make sure you had nothing but the best. You won’t get that now. I guarantee if you call my brother he won’t take your phone call. I don’t ever want to talk to you again. If you see me on the street I don’t even want you to look in my direction. You are going to be here in this pathetic place with pathetic parents living a pathetic life forever.”

  Oliva left Pilar’s home for the last time, carrying the two garbage bags filled with clothes back to her house. She’d never felt such desolation and despair. What she believed were the only options to leave her miserable existence had slipped from her in a matter of minutes.

  Chapter 16

  Oliva sank into a deep depression and didn’t leave her room for weeks except to bathe and that wasn’t very frequently. She never made an attempt to call Tony because she couldn’t take the rejection she knew awaited. Even her parents were a bit concerned. They had never seen her so despondent and withdrawn. She always kept to herself and was distant–but this was different. Her mother even brought a plate into her room and left it on her dresser, which was something she’d never done before. When she went in Oliva’s room the next day the food was untouched except by flies and ants. Oliva was curled in a ball on the bed and Ines noticed the bones starting to show through the thin t-shirt she had on and dark circles under her eyes. Ines didn’t voice her concern or offer words of comfort to her daughter, she shooed the flies and ants off the plate and left the room with it.

  Besides melancholy, the only other emotion residing inside Oliva was hatred, hatred of her parents, Tony and herself for messing up the course of her life. I have nothing and I never will. All I have in this world is in two bags stuffed underneath my bed.

  One day as she was lying in bed, she was hit with a wave of nausea. Soon she felt so violently ill she had to rush to the bathroom. She’d only had a piece of toast that morning so the only that came up was a minute portion of bread mixed with bile. This happened for the next few mornings and was noticed by Inès. Ines went to the hallway closet where she and Oliva kept their feminine products. When she looked at the boxes she saw that Oliva’s box of sanitary napkins had not been opened. She knew it was the same box she bought her daughter a few weeks back because she tried a different brand than she normally bought. She went to tell Alphonso of her suspicions.

  For the first time in weeks, Oliva was out of her room for more than a few minutes and was sitting at the kitchen table drinking some iced tea. Inès and Alphonso entered the kitchen and sat down at the table.

  “Are you pregnant?” Alphonso asked bluntly.

  Taken aback by the question, Oliva didn’t respond right away.

  “Are you?” asked Inès.

  “No, I’m not.”

  “When was the last time you had your period?”

  Oliva bristled at the question her mother asked. She didn’t like talking about such matters in front of her father. She shrugged.

  “When was the last time, Oliva?” Inès asked again.

  “I don’t know, maybe a couple of weeks ago.”

  “Liar! Your napkins haven’t been touched since I bought them! If you had your period I sure would like to know what the hell you were using for it! Besides, I can smell a pregnant woman a mile away.”

  “So I guess you been with a man?” Alphonso inquired.

  “What a stupid question, Al! If she’s pregnant of course she’s been with a man!”

  Again, Oliva didn’t answer right away. Her first inclination was to refute it but though she tried not to think about it because the unexplained queasiness paired with the missed period, she knew she was pregnant. There was no way she could continue to deny it and since the truth would be evident soon, it was fruitless to say otherwise. Something else came to mind. This would be a great opportunity redeem herself from her parents’ allegations about her.

  “Yes, I’ve been with a man. My friend Pilar–the one you accused me of being with, I’m really her brother’s girlfriend. He’s a big time businessman in New York and he comes here to visit me. He’s really the one bought me all those clothes.”

  “If he’s such a big time businessman, why is his sister living here?” inquired Inès.

  “She’s just hiding out here for a little while from her crazy ex-husband who tried to kill her. But if you’ve seen what she’s done outside to that house, you’d know she’s got money too. And the inside is spectacular, it has all new carpeting, appliances and expensive artwork.”

  Inès and Alphonso both weighed what their daughter had just told them. The possibility of her being pregnant out of wedlock was not something they ever wanted, they were both relieved that she was involved with a man.

  “Well, since he’s a big time business man as you say,” began Inès, “then he should be contacted so he can do right by you.” And us. If he’s indeed what Oliva says he is, he will certainly want his child to live a better lifestyle and its grandparents. Oliva getting pregnant could be the best thing to happen to us. She’d better not be lying.

  The wheels in Alphonso’s head were spinning in the same direction as his wife. Hearing his daughter was pregnant by a rich man had him seeing dollar signs. His daughter could for once in her life be of some use.

  “I think you should call and let him know of your predicament,” suggested Inès. “He needs to know so he can take care of his responsibilities.”

  Oliva was mortified. She had backed herself into a corner. Inwardly, she cursed herself. She needed to buy herself some time. “He’s out of the country until next month.” “I’ll call him then and tell him.”

  “Are you sure he’s got money?” asked Alphonso. He wanted to be sure before he got his hopes up.

  “Yes. He owns a huge business and he has a yacht and everything.”

  Inès and Alphonso exchanged looks. They could barely contain their glee. They were about to hit the big time.

  Oliva got up from the table.

  “I’m going to lie down. I don’t feel so good.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” said Inès. “You go lie down. I’ll bring you some food in a few minutes. You need to start eating again, honey. You’re eating for two now.”

  Oliva nodded and left the kitchen.

  God, how I hate them! I know the only reason they’re being nice to me is because I told them Tony was rich. Honey. That witch has never in her life called anybody but her fucking dogs “honey”. God! How am I going to get myself out of this? Tony couldn’t care less that I’m pregnant. What am I going to do?!

  Chapter 17

  The next day while her mother was visiting Maribel and her father was at work, Oliva dug out th
e card from the pocket of her skirt and made a call to Tony. She didn’t bother making the call collect.

  “Carvalho Enterprises. May I help you?”

  “I’d like to speak to Tony.”

  “He’s tied up at the moment. May I ask whose calling?”

  Oliva noticed the tone of the secretary’s voice immediately changed from super friendly to coldly formal.

  “Can you interrupt him, please? This is urgent. Tell him it’s Pilar.”

  “Pilar? Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize your voice. You sound different. Please hold the line a moment.”

  A minute later Tony was on the line.

  “Pilar? I’m surprised to hear from you. I thought you were still mad at me.”

  “It’s not, Pilar. It’s me, Oliva.”

  “Why did you lie to my secretary?”

  Oliva caught the sudden change in his tone as well.

  “Because you wouldn’t have come to the phone if you knew it was me.”

  “What do you want? I’m a busy man and I don’t have time to chat.”

  “Right. But you had time to sleep with me though. I’m calling to let you know I’m pregnant.”

  “And? What does that have to do with me?”

  “It’s your baby!”

  “Really? And how do you know that?”

  “You’re the only man I’ve been with—ever!”

  Tony let out a laugh. “Hold on a minute.”

  Oliva could hear the sound of a door closing then the phone being picked back up.

  “You’re a funny girl. Did you just tell me that I’m the only man you’ve been with as in you were a virgin when I screwed you?”

  “Yes,” Oliva replied through clenched teeth. She was getting angrier by the second at his mocking tone.

  “That bastard you’re carrying–if you are actually pregnant, could be anyone’s. I don’t believe for a second you were some snow-white virgin. First of all, you let me in your panties after only talking to me for a few hours tops and, secondly when I first put it in, you didn’t even flinch! You didn’t say ‘ouch’ or anything. You took it like a pro. You’ve been around the block and then some. You may have fooled my sister and have her thinking I took advantage of you but I run into broads like you all the time. Different pussies but the same lies.”