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Chapter 3: The arrival to the apartment

I find myself in my apartment. I rented the apartment for the times be. Beforehand I lived in a boardinghouse for young ladies. The previous boardinghouses, rooms are not shared with someone else. -No, that was not the case. - In one room you will find that four people will be given accommodation. Besides, they have a great quantity of rules. In some case more restrict that in father's home. In boardinghouses: You can only hear the music through headphones, time an hour limit from of arrival, details of the utilization of the kitchen, if you are lucky and have television, your wills have also a schedule to watch television. A standard rule is that the boys cannot visit you. Boardinghouses have also the rule of 10 minute’s limits for the boy can be in front of the gate talking. You cannot kiss or engaging in caressing with them. To top it, the hostess than is renting you live with you. Oh please, can bother you more that your real mother. Even though you are university student and adult for the criminal case, you continue to be a minor up to 21 in this country. No only they can throw you of the place, rather even, they threaten to call to your parents, else you behave. The problem is that as student you need of your parents' help to be able to pay the tuition. So you bear with the problem. I am safe for said that for some of your standards, what I describe is atrocious. Being in a boardinghouse does difficultly to have sex freely. At times we visited motels, other time on his car. But we have our sexual desires, but be prisoners by the reality to not to have a place where to manifest them.

I have the luxury to have a room in an apartment. I rent a room, which I share with another youth of the university. The room has a bed pallet in wood, two desks, a chest and a table with my microwave oven's oven. The below bed belongs to me and my companion sleeps in bed from above. Right after several years sharing fourth at boardinghouses, we managed to rent an apartment of three rooms and we shared the payment between six. The apartment is not far from the university. Do not pay very much because it has not been remodeled from the 1960. Always there are people that come and go into the apartment. The activity never ceases at the apartment. We tried to maintain good cohabitation, obeying and respect the space of the other. Everyone is 18 years or more. What each does at her room is hers problems. The subject is that everyone shared rooms with someone else, for which we have to coordinate the use of the room for anything else than sleep. Issues are resolve by dialoguing, but the truth is that they are not spoken agreements to be, but you consent of the routine they live.

John has been my boyfriend more than two years. I am near for graduate. I am in my last year from commerce. John belonging to art school. John live in his parents’ house. My roommate and his boyfriend, are at one-half on their study of engineering. We all are students. That's the reason for our life this programmed in agreement with the university's schedules and classrooms. John and I know, that my roommate is accustomed to remaining in his boy friend's apartment, right after classrooms. This habit increases in time close to the exam. Probably she does not return but after the eleven P.m.. For which, probably I have the available room from now on, three of the afternoon to the ten Pm. Being conscious of that, makes John to get sexually affectionate. As young people, our bodies respond rapidly to the opportunity. Even though we have to study there is not a reason to pass up this opportunity. Our minds know, our souls look for and all that makes humans shouts to us that we must be together. It is sufficient, with that we are together and solos in order that we look for the physical contact of the caresses and kisses.

We are in the cafeteria of the university. It's eleven and half of the day. The coffee shop is full. We have the lucky to find a table. I am talking animatedly at same time as accidentally I go away taking the coffee.

I look at John and I ask him: "Are you hungry? That I bring you something.”
John tells me with tone of slovenliness: I do not want anything now, but if you have hunger, this is a good moment. The line has an acceptable length.

Without meaning very much, I get up. I do not need his dam permission! Why I ask? He has money and two good legs to fetch his own food. - Why I find difficult to go and look for that he wants to eat? - I love to let him feel important. That make me feels indispensable. What a contradiction. I like to serve, but It’s so awkward.
At that point John tells me: "... on second thought, can you bring me soda to me please?” I ask him, again: " do you want something more? After all it's lunchtime. Do I bring anything? " John says no to me, and I go on the way to the counters.

Waiting until they attend me, I saw Stephen. We are taking computer class. He approaches to me. We took the opportunity to talk animatedly about the project that we have to finish next week. Stephen. We make fun of the professor and class rooms’ coolness.

Nevertheless people's noise speaking at the same time, I hear John calling me. - Does, John is yelling? That he is shouting? He is shouting to me. - I looking to where he is calling me. I see John rise next the table. Between reading his facial expressions and the little that I hear, I understand that he wants a hot dog. I tell him that is Ok. I ask to Esteban to accompany me to the hot dog’s counter. - What he believes? He is shouting to me in the university's coffee shop. Maybe do he believe that I am his dog? If he want to eat, he should be the one do the line. I do not comment anything. Esteban looks at me. He was enter surprised and in expectation of my reaction. I keep on talking with Esteban, without giving importance to what happened.

We got to paid the food. I rest the tray so that I can look for the money in the wallet. I feel a hands in my waist that hold me with force. I hear John's voice saying me: " Look out for the tray. We do not want a disaster. " Speaking up, with her hands in my waist, he said to Esteban: "hello, I am John, Ann, her boyfriend. Why do you not pay first, please? " Esteban soled stammer a thanks, and payment his food. John take out his wallet and I pay our foodstuff.
John tells me: " I see that you were very entertaining in the conversation. Let's go eat.

- BASTARD. That does he believe? Maybe he believes that he control my life? Stupid.-
He tell me, in unruffled form at table: " Ann, you have to be more careful. You can’t permit that someone put you to sleep with his conversation. "
I interrupt: “Esteban and I took classrooms together. John keeps on as if never have interrupted: " many people have occult intention. You can’t be so trusting. ... But do not get worried I will prevent for falling in another tramp. I will preserve you from the fierce wolf ".
You, Hha. I say.
To that, with a wink, he tells me: You are right, I am your personal wolf.
I am upset . I leave the table and I look at it with a hatred face. Being ignorant me completely and he tell me: I see you when coming out of classrooms. I come out of the coffee shop without looking back.
I am so annoying. I try to concentrate on the idiot classroom. Normally this classroom is boring and I finish with dozing . But this time, I have so much courage. The adrenaline does not leave have my sleeping . Neither understanding my the professor says . But the time matches according to raisin placating my anger. But I can not avoid finding his jealousy something curious. In fact I can not deny than makes ponds make fill his love. I lilove to see his manifestations of controlled jealousy. He means that I import it and I am it precious. I can not deny it I like the control that you have on the other ones and the same.

When I am nervous I talk and talk too much. The time that we have passed side by side does not have importance, in that bad habit. It is not important that I take all day long down be accompanied by him. Neither it is important as I yearn to be with him. The fundamental fact, it is that I become nervous in front of expectation that we are going to have sex. That this obvious in my mind. In fact, regularly we have sex at least two times in the week. We also neet to study.

For that reason, It's why I am in the stair talking, and continue all the way up to the apartment. I'm talking in nothing in particular; on friends and classrooms. Today is perfect. We returned early of the university, there is no anybody at the apartment and both have the need. But as I am nervous, I wait to John to make the first step. John always has a loud libido therefore, I will not be frustrated. That why I am ready and how he does not take me by surprise. I enter and put my books on the desk. He put his hand in my waist. He bring me closer to his body with a soft and firm facial expression. Deep respite and you smiled, I saw his eyes and I get carried away.