The Mobster's Suit

By Carlos B. Camacho

"...When she arrived at the university that morning, the histology class had already started fifteen minutes before. Having greeted the professor and apologized for the delay, she turned her head sideways, spotting the only student desk available at that moment in the classroom, which was the one right by my side. Then she headed toward where I was, prancing into the classroom, swaying her hips as she approached, with her big breasts jiggling under the fabric of her blue blouse. I could smell her soft, fruity perfume as she sat down, creating a fine draft of air that filled my nostrils...
'Oh, you're taking notes of everything the professor is saying. Great! Can I borrow your notebook later?' she said, leaning sideways over my desk and looking down at my jottings...With our eyes meshed in a passionate gaze, we stood facing each other in the middle of the lounge for a couple of seconds, like two hungry animals ready to jump at one another. All of a sudden, we threw into each other's arms and our mouths collided once again...I took hold of her dress hem and pulled it all the way up, over her shoulders, tearing it off her. Watching her naked body in front me, I frantically and quickly took off all my clothes, stripping down to my underwear. Monica's stare crept down to ogle at my rapidly growing cudgel that swelled out huge and strained against the white boxer fabric like a...
'Uncle Juan, don't you think that their relatives in Tucuman are gonna find out that the coffin has been opened. You know how rich people open the little mausoleum door and go in to lay some flowers on top of the caskets when they visit their deceased relatives," I said.
'Don't worry son. I know how to fix the lid back on without anybody noticing it has been pried open..."

 

Marked with suspense, action, and eroticism, 'The Mobster's Suit' will keep you spellbound until the end. The story is set in the 1970s, in Argentina, in a twilight zone atmosphere, amid the ideological political chaos of that time. A young peasant worker moves down to the city looking for better opportunities, ending up in a shanty town. There, his uncle gets him a ghastly odd job that almost nobody would accept, but he does because that was the only way to save money and broaden his future horizon. To get out of the squalor of poverty, he enrolls at the school of medicine of the local university. There, he meets the girl of his dreams, who belongs to the upper class. He is extremely handsome but shy. However, a strange Italian suit he borrows from the Mafia boss under weird circumstances would change his personality, as if by magic. Although she becomes his heroine, it will not be that easy as a lot of strange and difficult problems crop up, giving the story sudden twists...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carlos Benito Camacho
• Release date: May 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223983453

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Carlos B. Camacho

The Mobster’s Suit    Carlos B. Camacho

I was a young peasant that lived in the country, working as a sugar cane harvester for the rich, toiling all day long, seven days a week. Using the machete and scraping knife from a young age, I had developed calluses on my hands and a weather-beaten skin for being constantly in the open all day. However, when the harvest season was over, I had time to attend primary school in the morning. I did my daily country chores in the afternoon and my homework in the evening by the light of an oil lamp in our thatch-roofed hut, for we had no electricity back then. My grandfather, who had immigrated to Argentina from the United States, used to say that education is the ladder that gets us out of the dark, deep ditch of poverty into the light of understanding and social opportunities.

He was a humble man, too, for he was a gambler, losing his petty fortune he had brought along from America, playing cards in clandestine casinos in Buenos Aires, and later betting on cockfights in Tucuman. He was a good guy, but gambling was his Achilles’ heel. He was already bankrupt when my mother passed away. I inherited from him the only valuable possession he had; his collection of English books, which he had hauled along with him in his old, leather trunk when he moved to Tucuman, a province in the northwest of Argentina.

Since I was an orphan, it was him who looked after us. My mother had died of tuberculosis when I was six years old. As for my father, my American grandfather’s son, he had run away with another woman when I was four and never came back. Thus, my brothers and I had to work from a very young age. However, when I turned fifteen, there would be a big change in my life, and that was when my beloved grandfather passed away.

Look son, if you really want to get out of the slippery rut of poverty, you have to move down to the city. There, you’ll have a chance to study at a State-run high school in the evening. I’m moving down to the capital next month when the harvest is over. If you want to follow me, you’re welcome, my uncle, my mother’s brother, said to us.

Having heard my uncle’s advice, my brothers and I went along with him, settling in the city, but in a shanty town on the outskirts. Using waste lumber and flattened tin cans, we built two small shacks, one for my uncle and his family, the other for my brothers and me. It was located in an irregular block of shanties, which was separated from other blocks by narrow dirt streets, forming a maze of squalid dwellings. Fortunately, my uncle got work soon as he had learned the trade of well digger and bricklayer a long time before, building week-end houses in the country for the rich. A couple of weeks later, my two brothers also got a job but in a car wash. I decided to work as an apprentice for my uncle; that way I would be able to attend high school in the evening and have enough time to study.

By the time I turned nineteen, I had already