Stories of a married man. Gonzalo Narvreón

was starving too. I put on a robe and went to the door. The heavy rain continued to fall, the thunder was coming, and I had the best job in the world, with a companion who was still lying on the bed in the heat of the moment, ready to give in to new experiences. In my life, I had never had such an opportunity like that.

      In a while, we would have to get to work, and then, who knows? Time would flow, and whatever had to come out would come out…