My Toddler Is Bloated

via. This little crush might not be so little after all.

“Pepa. Seriously. Stop moving and come sit here.” The brunette reluctantly follows the blonde’s command and retakes her seat on the sofa. “Tell me what’s going on. Something obviously put you over the edge here.”

Pepa responds with a sigh and launches into a recap of the night’s events. “...There’s something there, Bea. I know she can feel it, too. But she’s scared.”

“You can’t blame the poor woman for being confused.”

“No, no, I guess not. But...I just think that if you want something, you should go for it! Everything else be damned!”

Bea just laughs and shakes her head at her friend. “Not everyone can be like you, you know. Not everyone wants to charge ahead, full-speed, without first scoping the lay-out or securing the plan of attack!” “But I’m not talking about going into battle, Bea! It’s love, not war!”

“You’re right. And the stakes are even higher.”

Pepa, defeated, slumps further into her seat. She lifts her eyes to meet Bea’s and quietly responds, “Well, then, I don’t know what to do. I’m too far gone to retreat.”

“Oh, Pepa, Pepa, Pepa...come here,” the blonde sympathetically says while taking her hurting friend in her arms. “Maybe you should talk to her. Tell her how you feel. Just be frank with her, and then let her deal with it from there while still being supportive.”

Pepa remains quiet, contemplating. “Hmm, maybe. But I’ve always been a woman of action more than a woman of words. Maybe I just need to grab her and kiss her senseless. Stop that overactive brain of hers for just a moment.” And there’s that carefree grin, making its slow return to her face. The blonde smacks Pepa on the side of her head, eliciting a small ‘ow’. “You’re hopeless, you know that?” She shoots Pepa a sincere smile before continuing, “But what the hell do I know? Maybe the woman does need to be kissed senseless!”

Pepa waggles her eyebrows comically, causing them both to erupt in giggles. The brunette’s not one to wallow for too long. Like she said, she knows what she wants and goes for it, now will be no different. She and B

He runs a hand through his sweat-soaked hair, trying to gather his wits. Instead of finishing his statement, he just wraps me in his arms and pulls my body back into his. He wants to cuddle. If this had been under any other circumstance, I would’ve happily let him hold me ‘til we drifted off to sleep. But now I just wish he’d go to his side of the bed and pass out. I don’t say or do anything, though. I let him hold me, planting gentle kisses across my face, hair, shoulder. And I fight the tears. Because he thinks tonight was about him, I can’t bring myself to push him away.

Where did that come from, he wonders? Not him. He might as well have not even been in the room. I turn around in his arms, giving him my back. I just want to sleep now. There�cking be ready in two days. Got it?”

“But, sir , it’s a lot to get in order...”

“Do you want to end up like Eduardo? He couldn’t get the job done either, always too busy fucking around with his whores...” There’s a loud bang, someone slapping their hand down on the desk. “Two days,
vale
?

“Girls, the dressing rooms over here!” I hear shouted out from the end of the hallway.

Shit.

We quickly resume our walk, trying to act like two lost ditzes, and Pepa responds, “Thanks, Cristina!” in an overly cheerful manner. We keep walking down the hallway, not turning back and hoping that the men in the room don’t suspect that we were standing just outside.

ing around the room, waiting for their turn to dance later, while others are actively preparing. As I’m pulling my shirt over my head, Cristina finally pipes up.

“You two were good tonight!”

“Thanks, we were a little nervous at first, but we got the job!” Pepa answers back. “Any chance that the Castillo brothers were in the audience?”

“Why do you ask?” “Don’t know. Was just wondering…” Pepa shrugs and I pick up where she left off.

“We had heard things about them…You know, that they sometimes get involved with dancers from their clubs. And these dancers are very well taken care of, if you know what I mean,” I say.

“Yeah...that’s true.”

"So, We Were Wondering What It Would Take to Get Noticed by one of the brothers," Pepa adds.

The expression on Cristina's face changes. Looking a little sad and scared, she Responds, "You Do not Want to Get Noticed by Them, trust me." And Suddenly the fear and sadness Are Replaced with a stoic mask, and she looks much her Older Than 18 years.

Another woman walking by and Heard WAS the end of the conversation. "Aww, you is Jul. BUYING Not enough flowers? Did I not ask you to the school dance this year? "

" You can suck it, Paula! "

Bingo.

Cristina's Involved with Julio Castillo. I think we just found May Have Our informant.
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