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

Homer looked into her face, noticing her breasts under her blouse.
“You rescued my mother from the rains,” she said.
Homer remembered those times, lost in the mist of his imagination.
“I am one of the widow’s children,” she said.
She hugged him for some time, pressing against his hard member.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Why?”
“For saving my life.”
“But the widows died,” he said.
“I made lots of money after the deluge,” she said.
Homer had been saving the world when she had been given money by the papers for telling her story.
“I was a heroin,” she said.
Homer kissed her, savouring her tongue, full of the taste of glory.
“Come to my place,” she said.
She led him across the street, where a few of the shop owners looked at him and the cars waited at the traffic lights. Homer touched her hips, full of glucose to survive during the hard times, as she opened a door. He had to help the widow’s children to attain their glory.


The news
Homer found a letter addressed to him the next morning. On opening it, he saw Fifi’s clear writing, in a paper smelling of cologne and flowers, where she said many things. I will arrive at six o’clock, she wrote in fine letters. Homer read that paragraph many times, trying to make sense of the news.
A wealthy uncle had left her a few thousand dollars in his will, giving her a chance to travel the world. On reading it again, he wondered why she had loved him so much all those years ago.
“Fifi is coming tonight,” Homer said to his uncle. “But I’m leaving this evening.”
“I’ll entertain her,” Uncle Hugh said.
Homer looked at her picture while sipping his drink.
“I remember that dress,” Uncle Hugh said. “She looked gorgeous.”
“I loved her once,” Homer said.
“Why did you leave her?”
“I don’t know.”
Homer shouldn’t have gone travelling the world. Putting the notebook in his bag, he got ready for his appointment with the future, even if he had some fun with the widow’s child the night before. He had to enlighten his days in the city after all the suffering in his life.
“Are you ready?” Uncle Hugh interrupted his thoughts.
The clouds gathered in the sky as they drove through the roads taking them to the airport. Fifi had got rid of the shadows some time ago but he wanted his freedom. Homer looked at the fields going on forever while some of the cars drove somewhere else in time. Wiping a runaway tear, he hoped she would bring all the memories he had buried on his departure.
“You wanted your freedom,” Uncle Hugh said.
They had arrived at a big building, where a plane roared over their heads and the taxis waited for their fares. Uncle Hugh found the car park near the control tower, sending the airplanes somewhere in the world.
“We are just on time,” he said.
On following him amidst the crowd, Homer thought of the woman he had not seen for some time as a voice announced the arrival of her flight. Then a few people filed out of the door pushing their suitcases towards their friends or relatives when an attractive blonde strolled along the corridor. The beautiful apparition came straight towards him, and took her dark glasses off.
“Fifi,” Homer said.
She smiled. “You look lost.”
“Hi Fifi,” Uncle Hugh said.
“Darling,” she said. “I have missed you.”
Homer pushed her case towards the nearest cafeteria. They didn’t have much time to talk before someone called his flight to Santa Marta. Uncle Hugh ordered the drinks, as Homer remembered all the things they had done during their time together.
“I’ve had an operation to enlarge my breasts,” she said.
That is why she looked so voluptuous, enhancing her curves and sex appeal. He kissed her for some time, his hands exploring her body.
“I have missed you,” she said.
“Prove it then,” he said.
“Now?”
“Yes.”
Putting his arms around her shoulders, he felt her scent while the world flew away from them. Homer lost count of the minutes they remained in each other’s arms, surrounded by lots of people.
“Can we go to the toilet?” he asked.
“Your flight is leaving soon.”
A tap in his shoulders brought him back to reality.
“I have your drinks,” Uncle Hugh said.
“Thank you,” Homer said.
Sitting down at the table, he studied Fifi’s transformation. She had changed a lot since he had been rescued from the sea in the mist of time.
“Do you want to come with me to Santa Marta?” he asked.
“I don’t have a ticket,” she said.
“I’ll get you a ticket,” he said. “I’ll buy the whole plane if you want to.”
“But...” she said.
Homer held her hands. “You mustn’t talk.”
She returned his caresses and Uncle Hugh looked away. Homer wanted to enjoy a new chapter in his life with the woman he had loved in the dawn of time.
“It’s time for your flight,” Uncle Hugh said.
“Come with me,” Homer said.
“I don’t know,” Fifi said.
Leading her to the ticket office, Homer explained his problem to the woman sitting behind the window.
“We don’t have any more seats,” she said.
He took his check book out of his pocket.
“How much do you want?” he asked.
A middle aged man came towards them, interrupting the conversation. Homer thought he was another passenger and pushed him aside.
“How are you, general?” Fifi asked.
Homer watched as she kissed him.
“This is General Gomez Ayala,” she said. “He’s my fiancé.”
The man shook Homer’s hand.
“You must be Homer,” he said. “I have heard a lot about you.”
“He studied your correspondence courses,” she said.
Homer couldn’t believe Fifi’s ingratitude. She should have told him about the general, instead of leading him on. Looking in his bag, he gave the man a card with the yacht’s phone number. He had to do business with Fifi’s fiancée in the midst of his departure.
“I’ll keep our business a secret,” he said.


The general
EXT. LUXURIOUS YATCH- NIGHT
We see the top part of a yacht. The seats, the floor and the walls are luxurious. We notice the movement so typical of all ships. It makes sailors walk the way they do, a reason to believe we’re in high seas. It’s night time. On the top of a mast, we see a seagull opening his left eye. That’s the one he shows to the public.
SEAGULL
I forgot to take the tablet of Sinogan. I couldn’t sleep last night.
He coos while putting his head under his wings as a young woman appears at the door. She has platinum blond hair, electric blue eyelashes, a forty plus brassier and sensual lips. Measures: 94-39-90
She wears a long gown, the colour of dry wine, moulding on her anatomy, while her forty plus bra seems in danger of blowing up and bronze skin peeps out of the holes in her dress
FIFI
Alone between the sky and sea!

She sighs, defying the stability of her bra.
FIFI
The night and the sea are the sailor’s love.

The seagull opens her eyes.
SEAGUL
I can’t sleep and this sleep walker says stupid things.

Fifi looks