Siete minutos, Ismael Camacho Arango [read with me TXT] 📗

The pirate’s pain on losing his treasure followed him throughout his illness, when Cesar played with the cards and the days went past each other like beads in a string.
“We’re near an island,” Cesar’s voice interrupted his dreams one day.
On opening his eyes, Homer heard the sound of music coming out of the loudspeakers. The crew must have organised a party to enliven their journey through the sea.
“I played cards for you,” Cesar said.
“Thank you.”
Then Cesar talked about silly things. The sky would darken as the sound of thunder echoed during the last days of humankind.
“I have heard that before,” Homer said.
“You might forget.”
“I don’t think so.”
Cesar put the cards by his side while the rays of the sun filtered through the curtains.
“I’ve won,” he said.
Homer shrugged. “I haven’t played.”
“You had the bad cards.”
Then Homer saw a row of palm trees in the distance. It had to be another island lost in the Caribbean.
“We must disembark,” Cesar said.
On seating up in his bed, Homer felt giddy but he had to convince another political leader of the goodness of his arms.
“The world needs me,” he said.


Finish with Salvacion
They arrived at a bigger and more powerful South American country, when another president signed a cheque for a few thousand dollars.
“I’ll bring you more arms, Excellency,” Homer said.
The man smiled, showing him a row of golden teeth. “Thank you.”
Atenagoras poured some champagne into their glasses, the froth rising to the rim.
“To my country,” the president said.
Homer raised his glass. “I hope you attack Salvacion.”
“Our enemies want to kill us,” the president said.
“You must finish with them first, Excellency.”
As the orchestra played a ranchera, the president talked of the security of his land, when they had never done anything to the world. Salvacion had bombed their cities, killing lots of the citizens in their raids and leaving the lots of corpses in the streets. Then he opened a bottle of wine, saying bad things about Salvacion.
“They must be eliminated,” the president said.
“I agree, Excellency,” Homer said.
The president talked of his plans to wipe off the island of Salvacion. He had to end with the bad countries in the region. The war had gone on for a long time, Salvacion killing life and civilisation in the area
“I need more planes, canons and bombs,” he said.
“That will teach Salvacion,” Homer said.
“You are right.”
The president wrote down everything he wanted to buy as one of the girls with black hair and a small waist touched Homer’s body.
“She wants you,” the president said.
Homer stroked her breasts, paying attention to the area around her teats.
“I’ll kill my enemies,” the president said.
“You must do it.”
“They can’t annoy me anymore.”
Homer’s hands strayed to her legs and up her pants.
“You tickle me,” she said.
Cesar opened a bottle of aguardiente, the aroma of alcohol spreading around the place. The president finished with his list, while the girl sat on Homer’s lap, making him hot with her caresses.
“To our health,” the president said.
“I want your child,” the girl said.
“My wife won’t approve,” Homer said.
They drank a few bottles of aguardiente, the girl massaging Homer’s balls under the table, as the president talked of his army finishing with Salvacion.
“Let’s drink to that,” the president said.
“Do it faster,” Homer said.
As the president went to sleep on the table, Homer led the girl to one of the cabins by the pool. At first she seemed shy but then she complied with everything.
“I am a virgin,” she said.
Homer’s cock went through her hymen, the blood soaking the sheets and she moaned with pleasure.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“Ahhh,” she said.
They rested in each other’s arms, as the world needed arms to fight Hitler’s men. He liked this island with its beautiful women taking the sun in the beaches under the threat of Salvacion.
“I will come back t one day,” he said.
“When?”
The sound of thunder interrupted the conversation as Atenagoras appeared at the door.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you,” he said. “One of your boats has sunk.”
“I don’t understand.”
“A German submarine found it in the Mediterranean Sea,” Atenagoras said.
Sitting on his bed, Homer thought of the consequences such a tragedy might have. He had to act fast, even if the girl caressed his body.
“Send a message to New York,” he said. “Tell them I was in another ship.”
Atenagoras shook his head. “You were the captain, sir.”
“I missed the ship then.”
“They saw you inside it.”
Homer touched the girl’s cunt, thinking of his dilemma: he had been a patriot, trying to rid the world of Hitler.
“I have died in the Mediterranean Sea,” he said.
“Are you dead, sir?” Atenagoras asked.
“I’m dead now but medical science performs miracles.”
Homer collected a few clothes from the wardrobe in his hurry to get away while she touched his bum.
“I’m leaving you in charge of the ship,” Homer said.
“What do I tell your uncle?”
“I’ll deal with him later.”
Looking at his image in the mirror, Homer saw a tired man who had to save the world.
“What do I do with her?” Atenagoras asked.
Homer had forgotten all about the nymph he had raped in his bed the night before. A woman would complicate everything.
“Take her back to her country,” he said.
“I love you,” she said.
Then she made Homer forget about the war, and the ship by playing with his thing, Atenagoras helping him to put his clothes on under the girl’s anger.
“You have to pay me,” she said.
“Mmm,” Homer said.


Homer’s lost
Homer’s name was in everybody’s lips the next morning as a boat left him in an island off the Nicaraguan coast. Holding his suitcase, he made his way to the nearest newsagent where he read the news in the newspapers: No one had survived the tragedy. He had to do something before the world found his deceit.
“Where is the airport?” he asked the woman behind the counter.
“You must go to the end of the road,” she said.
Looking at the spot where she pointed, he thought it had to be a long road. Homer sang the songs his mother had told him in order to forget his problems, while moving down the street, the wind bringing him some respite from the heat. A few cows ate their grass, looking at him with dark eyes, their lives a mixture of grass, hay and other things to calm their appetites.
I should have never left my shop, Homer thought, kicking the pebbles in his way. Then he saw the planes waiting to leave in a dusty runaway and by a small terminal where a few people waited with their suitcases baking in the heat. After opening the door, he found himself amidst the people he had seen through the windows, a girl behind the counter looking at her nails.
“I need a plane,” he said.
She looked at him, before painting her nails. Homer didn’t seem to be a rich man or she didn’t read the papers.
“It will cost you money,” she said.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked.
“You are funny.”
Homer kissed her behind the counter before feeling her bra under her blouse.
“You must be quick,” she said.
He couldn’t believe his luck, while entering her and the papers fell on the floor. She scratched his back amidst her orgasm, disturbing the small office in the middle of nowhere. As Homer arranged his clothes, she muttered a few things about the police.
“You’ve raped me,” she said.
“Prove it.”
A middle-aged man with a large stomach appeared from another room, interrupting the argument.
“I have to fly to the Mediterranean Sea,” Homer said.
“They’re having a war out there,” the man said.