Saints and Whores, divorced desperate and deceived

By Javier Ramirez Viera

Based on a 100% real, Saints and Whores is a harsh social criticism and document the lives of couples, and as many as this hard and following the outcome of a divorce.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Javier Ramirez Viera
• Release date: Nov 9, 2010

Book preview

Saints and Whores,

divorced desperate and deceived

Javier Ramírez Viera

Published by Javier Ramírez Viera at Smashwords

Copyright 2010 Javier Ramírez Viera

Paina del autor: JavierRamirezViera.com

Editorial: escritia.com

Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, Spain.

Original title: Santas y Putas (Spanish)

All rights reserved.

Is strictly prohibited without written permission

of the copyright holder, under the penalties prescribed by

laws, the total or partial reproduction of this work by

any means or mechanical, including photocopying

and computer processing and distribution of copies of the same rental or public lending.

Chapter One

* Beep, beep *

*Has a new message *

* Number unknown *

*Fox, you're a slut*

* Received today at 2:35 a.m. *

This second time, Eugene had real desire to smash the phone against the windows, mirrors or machine music of the pub. And that face of frustration was not lost on his two friends, who shared the table with her in the room. All in the corner, almost barricaded in the dark, yet in red submarine, being the most strategic place, like the Romans in Gibraltar, the way to go when all the people leaving and entering the business. But nobody said anything. If anything, Eugenia was scolded just a moment, put back the phone in your bag and take another deep drag, almost sighing at the finish.

* Beep, beep *

*Has a new message *

* Number unknown *

*Bitch you're gonna remember me*

*Received today at 3:21 a.m. *

And so he returned the phone to beep. Nor would lull in the bus stop with the cold in strict black miniskirt to plot the illusion to hide the extra weight, a gold sequin top and a thin cardigan just did not help much in the open. Even the brief bag, almost exclusively the case of the mobile, was dropped on his thigh to keep him warm, but to do it as their company tedious metal buckles, ice-cold mojitos. The remainder of the two friends that night for drinks, because the other was now a defector with a former boyfriend, dropped his gaze on the honoree of the night by satellite and longer now, and asking for explanations about how much secret was brought to the cell. But there was no response, this was personal, rather than not to tell, but Eugene wanted to make sure first of whom was stalking.

* Beep, beep *

*Has a new message *

*Number unknown *

*I'm chasing*

* Received today at 4:19 a.m. *

Above, the jam of bodies inside the bus had been tedious, and to receive another message to the doors of the house. It had taken forever to get there, things of a strike and the feast of the patron saint of the island. As well, transport was overflowing with people, who at that time used to be the festive, sweaty and talkative, annoying, that maybe the stench of snuff did not matter because Eugenia was just addicted to it.

Only about a minute before the beep again cell phone... therefore, still in the elevator, Eugenia hastily sought the keys in the bag, opened the door of the sixth with care, your house, your apartment, and, almost by stealth, trying to pinch the crime red-handed , taking off his shoes, and thus its hoof heels, spent the summer living in the dark to find something better than the crook of her former husband, which was nothing more than moving it on the table. And it was still hot... That, at least, seemed to feel it Eugenia, weighing that if these early hours of the morning this guy had used, was it to send messages such immature and spiteful.

Not investigated, getting into their menus. Him back to his site to observe in this case that stupid sense of intimacy as what, and ended up taking place on the sofa in front of that horizon line that came under the bathroom door, the light of this was on. Rang the tank, a yawn, and Fran went still zipping his pants. Which was a tremendous shock, but all night he had not expected anything other than the return of the woman who once belonged to him, well... at least believed in just a moment to think, to find out of the blue in the house was better than from the kitchen window, leaving the car to see a stranger, like last time, and which tried to take the registration to continue silly. In that experience as impromptu babysitting his two sons had gone through the whole house from one corner to the other as a recruit in his imaginary, hoping the change of shift with no sleep, but the nervousness of a new father in the hallway of maternal with his wife's soul to the world about twins and caesarean section. At the other damn morning, and you were two, had never called off her house, fixing his melancholy in hundreds of new details that had always gone unnoticed, of both being in the window, both haunt the hearing by the neighborhood, I thought that would almost be able to play that frame of aluminum, glass and locks your memory ... and make a map of the plaza and parking, so much he lost his sight back waiting to see those sequins. The good well dressed to the neckline of his ex-wife, so monumental, made superfluous ... as the female case was all out to win was then, the painting no longer anything to blame on him like a father to daughter, however about a woman who was no longer hers.

My boobs lying around... How did this come to pass?

—I understand, so tonight, you still have not exceeded ours— Eugenia, from arms crossed, as when scolding their children.

—I do not know what you mean... Did you have fun?

—Do not play again. I've been posting...

—Has there been sending messages? Let me see... —and tried to approach her, but was denied by the palm throw appeal; wanted catch hands, at least in the business of the cell, and also be done with it, that of both jealous, way to revive the impressions woman had to see the little studied but perhaps very senses texts were sent, or perhaps know if any had been lost by the plots of the blessed coverage. —Do not do this — complained, Eugenia seeing that look of iron from the final goodbye wore day and night. —I'm not a kid that treat me well —raved, without a lot more arguments, looking lost in the neckline of which was her lover was all there, so beautiful... but now as distant as the moon that could never give her.

—And now I speak of maturity? If you had been would not have asked for a restraining order.

—The first month was horrible... We talked about that.

—Listen, Fran. Ours is over. In case you're here is because I trust more the father of my children than any nanny. I know you will be better than anyone. So I agree to this madness. But I do not know how much more I can endure... —and, defeated, Eugenia dropped his face in separate hands.

It was an ideal time to comfort, to find that contact again to embrace her. But would not work, weighed Fran. His ex-wife was dressed in armor, and bitterness ... or perhaps a hindrance, rather, because that little man who swarmed his home did not pass, despite its rather long thirty years, if that same teenager unable to mature, one of which fell in love with the victim of inexperience. Then nobody was hating that Eugenia is referred to as the father of her children, giving title, of course, but relegating it to the only role of babysitter, and child support obligations, to its knowledge. Prefer, of course, the credential of husband, which was the same, but full time, with privileges that shelter and stay in their home, mullets, getting into arguments with their offspring and his wife, her bed and the fridge full, it was a very big. That dream back Fran, that the assumption of wanderers from his parents to his former home, was a paper absurdly puppet future even less than before.

—You know we'll end up catching that rascal —ended by saying the incoherent, according to his guns. It was impossible to recognize his jokes in bad taste. And even after hiding Eugenia identified the voice as also at dawn, on another night, the call to know which club to tell her bitch and cut, well spoken as a funnel, with cartoon accent... but reproof and ringing enough to be recognized. Twist of fate must have been enough, after that France was accused of that first play, in vain, so that thereafter the threats were to become only text messages.

—I will not hear anything else. Just want to go to bed... — was the last gasp of Eugenia, almost like a living dead did rise from the couch and go to the bathroom.

His place was taken by Fran, was his trick, as the seat cushion was imbued with the warmth of those buttocks. Then, his chin almost on his knees, to think ... wanting to know, for better or worse, if that awaited her ex would be the first bed that stepped that night. Because for a second, and then for the whole night, he had been a fool while, and everything to impress the progress that had left had been overturned as a good father in the house, making dinner and arranging children the kitchen, just fussing with the garbage bag, to feel their misery while waste is kept pace with it by pulling the handles, when the stench to their nostrils came out to show your face more miserable for his new role in life. It was a good idea, all that was happening. With his wife looking for a boyfriend, something did not fit into that rare destination.

Shrugging his shoulders, mimicking, took him to catch and spread her blanket on the couch, it would be his bed that night, of course, the winner of the marriage would take the bedroom. As a reward, at least I could curl up there in his alleged home, to feel a bit like before. Coordinates were not more desirable, but at least he was there. With that seemed to settle, still, and always knew in life settle for poorly paid jobs, few studies and aspirations, reasons that probably led to the not love his wife.

And, watching the place, so foreign and own both, Fran saw that Eugenia had placed each and every one of the broken glass door, what the break when the last debate, when the termination of the relationship. That night, the police showed up, alerted by neighbors, and a compassionate yet divorced aspiring saved him from jail claiming that it was she. And it was very funny because, in the same discussion, in the same ups and downs of voices and insults by the same amount of drama for both, legal inequalities yes she had the power to break windows out with impunity... and stay at home, even while he was expelled.

Honestly, Fran would not have allowed his wife to end up in jail. Naive, could not have implied that it had no chance of getting it. Because if she had been nervous, but pulled off the balcony Eugenia washing machine, TV and fridge, no one would put a woman wives, he himself, although in that case were as hands on his shoulders, pat on the back and very politely to go clear out the street, street whore, with all its letters, and to roam the neighborhood with his hands in his pockets while renegade who had collected crystals, yes, but then gave a hot shower. Who would suspect that Eugene would be buddies with the police?

With her pants at the ankles, smoking in the toilet to use exhaust gases into overdrive, Eugenia looked askance at the mirror where so many hours and many days, there was the incipient old age, the time lost, dark circles and promises broken. In it, was already two months gathering was nearly twenty minutes worth, which was left over, to declare for the first time France wanted to leave, which ended in a tug-long, tedious, and if anything the householder had never suspected a thing, that his wife had been fading since long ago and was unable to conceive that drastic way of thinking... and dramatic stop trying.

It was many years... They had been sweethearts since the age of fourteen, not knowing, by both parties, other loves. And Eugenia could not go. The eternal love was very homogeneous, boring, as were many days with her husband at home during the day, sleeping, and the bed cold at night, as he drove to work. Because Fran was not expert in anything but be watchful of works, which had only two ways of being. First, the use of daylight hours for the builders... Second, the closure when there are none, which employed the above.

An eternal vampire... and an eternal damsel in the tower.

Other times they ran... Eugenia did not want to be occurring more miseries like that of the last gifts the Three Kings Day, where his two children were rewarded for their majesties by two remote-controlled cars, Chinese junk, toxic up to the light, identical except for their colors. Tears as a mother, in silence, seeing that their children could not use them, two separate cases that lovers of a certain Fernando Alonso, all parental push, they could not do anything about the imitation of a race because radio frequencies were the same for both toys and moved the damn stuff at a time.

...And the fool of the parent without noticing anything, but of having fulfilled. Therefore, Eugenia a guy who wanted to give their children something more. Because the children of wealthy people see the same payment channel cartoon was not comfort, then if everything else were just cheap photocopies.

Neither wanted to go on the arm of a guy who always went as sweat pants, talking nonsense ... especially abuse of talks football, which repeated patterns when crossed with the fifth, second, that of the bar ... and to say the same thing every Monday. And, of course, to give blows with the feet on the ground just as a changing of the guard of Russian soldiers when they crossed the street with a blind man and his staff, making note not to be overwhelmed ... and surprised at the strange silence, as case dodging the Devil himself.

That had gone down in history. Because the series Sex and the City had opened new horizons. For Eugenia wanted to be one of those modern women. I wanted to decide at any time to sleep or not he wanted to, mainly, as if life revolved around the decision of this morbid ritual. And this new philosophy is materialized, and cost him some embarrassment, because he always knew that every man Fran looked askance and suspicion since their separation, looking guilty ... all but the lawyer of his ex, to know that this had been the first of the debauchery of it, barely two weeks since the break ... and as a good tribute to many years of marriage. In the office of the scholar in law, the pen-pusher's hands had slipped by any corner of that hot platinum blonde and used again, divorced, eager to start living, laughing at everyone and they laughed at her. Hands that made his fingers where you could not, then to shake hands when questioned cuckold, occasionally and to sign agreements, including smiling, and sarcasm in the look of the office, knowing that the guard was about as long shrews. Then in that firm, the kiss on the cheek of the comprehensive Eugenia was also divorced joke, because two separate fellatio lips had made that morning to represent its many sweeping rights, and to get it cut of all, perhaps more things we never had finally achieved within the holy union, things of maturity, in addition to raising a little boy, as the former was a young child, became an expert on the genitals.

Each day, Eugene was more in line with the decision. Because Fran became every step he took more than a puppet eaten rag, so it felt even had endured too much for nothing. And especially because such nonsense except as those phone calls and messages, which should at least let her leave as small decayed state of mind, could handle only lift a finger, which, like poodle, obeyed in all commotion, the judge relied.

And Fran, silently in the darkness of the room, listening to every little thing, as evidenced by the actions of his ex-wife in the bathroom. He had not decided anything. He was the gap that so many cronies had left at least have. Theirs was only released to listen while the woman was given a shower, and then, what a stupid life, believed to think the low voice and vote, stand still, and quietly, when she finally left the bathroom with the towel around his waist abundant breasts and squeezed his arm sideways, the other hand on the expert turban of hair, and show no more than fair and sufficient to put the man was more ardent than the most handsome of lovers.

Chapter Two

This morning Paul had to get up early, which was as much as raising his head from the pillow as four hours after her husband, who slipped out of bed in silence, like a sigh. It was ten-thirty, and should be put to work because he would soon a client.

The girls, both because that would have been long gone for college and high school, after that, at least fifteen minutes Paula made the same effort always accompany them to the kitchen, breakfast, to see the clothes and make sure that of the overnight and had not grown out of the house too so indecent. At the time, see them following the regime of juices and low fat, and high society ladies who had to pretend... be strict in the case of how he saw his mother.

Then, the cot... provided until midnight, way to boost the head just to cook anything Chinese or call and ask for something free that case continued desire to eat the covers. But today, Paula exercised. For it had settled one of the five rooms in your nice apartment in a good main road, as a working lab. In it, bought a claim that seemed eternal, a complex and complete table of physiotherapist... but perhaps only talent, and it was enough, a recent graduate Esthetician, quasi-distance on one of these cutting edge training companies are straw seal. Besides, shelves and cabinets of products, all expensive, enticing a sale that almost never occurred, but that was a lot of cache. Light, bright, in lamps requiring a dentist wiring renewed, a professional price. Posters, flowers were changed every week, updated journals, a brief chair, but skin... An important investment for perhaps just get lucky, a friend a week, just in case the appointment is not canceled.

John, her husband, for himself and with trusted friends, those who do not get drunk in front of his wife, alleged that his wife's business that are not amortized ever. Did not even have half a point of seriousness, because, by his machismo, machismo restrained for as were