The vagina was wrong and had told him. His mother had instilled from an early age. That does not play, he said. Why not say vagina , said that .
- not when I bathe? Candida asked, and the mother turned her face a slap, then taught to bathe with underwear on, so as to minimize any friction.
Candida's father was an important man who wore a uniform and weapons. The men who worked with him called him Colonel . His wife's mother, Candida, also called him. And thanks to a loving parental effort, Candida was allowed to call him dad .
had no brothers. Had, but not anymore. The largest was killed in a street fight for a couple of years while trying to fix a confusing matter of honor. The sister who was unable to tuberculosis who wore body and soul to make it a pitiful ghost counting the hours you were to close my eyes forever. The colonel and his wife looked Candida waiting for the moment to yield to a fever, colic or some of these diseases among women. But that was not the case, Candida was growing up, learning to swim alone, and wondered if the vagina is not never, ever played. And the mother corrected the slaps, because that was how it had been brought, and what had gone well, as straight, subtle and imperceptible that even a colonel had chosen as his wife.
"For your husband to consummate marriage without having to leave it exposed, it would be an unnecessary waste of debauchery, "he explained, dry and lean. Candida nodded, resigned, and the marriage was consummated, absurd and boring.
The husband was a quiet soldier, rough and strange. Candida months passed and not found out anything about him except that he could become very dangerous, with the danger of irrational, awkward teenager who is believed a man if she did not expect to have dinner ready. Candida wanted to know what things made them laugh, what was your pet, what he was afraid. The responses were dirty jokes, dog , to humiliation, but Candida do not know why the husband did not speak.
What I knew, because she told a neighbor, was that her husband liked to go to the brothel at the end of the street.
- And what is there?
-sleeps with women.
I do not understand. Are you going to that place to sleep? If at home we bed.
"No, not sleep. It is a manner of speaking. She sleeps with women. Have sex with women. Did you do that with you at night wedding.
Candida was surprised and felt no pain or distress or treason but curiosity. And that night her husband went to the brothel, and peered through the window of the street and saw what excited: her husband was naked, and he charged like a man possessed of a gorgeous woman. The woman was naked. That had to mean that the vagina, that it was not so bad. Candida returned home, heart and feet tapping in a hurry.
closed the door, undressed entire first time in his life and stood before the mirror. First we looked tits, they were not as great as those of women in the brothel but they seemed pretty equal. They were touched and felt tips, brown stuff, hardened as when it was cold, but Candida was not cold. Then he looked at the belly button and thought it was something attractive. Ideally word sexy , but Candida did not know that word. He turned and stared at her ass, was white, round and had two dimples in cheek. A Candida also liked her ass.
finally opened her legs and watched her vagina. First thought it was horrible. Then hesitated. To dispel doubts, dared to play. And I did not think anything horrible. He kept playing it, and whenever he liked best. And more. And more. And I wanted to tell her mother that she was wrong, that the vagina was not bad, could not be, something bad could not feel so good. But her mother did not understand. Then, in a second of boldness that made her laugh out loud, like an exorcism without demon, he knew he had to do. He dressed quickly and went looking for Peter.
had something to tell.
* This story and I XVI final results of the Short Story Competition Leopoldo Marechal, 2009.
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