The last story, but... Chapter Eight

 

Spider is a love, a docile dog, I wanted to bring him to my home. While he played with the prize in bed, Christian put my coat on a hanger and put it in his closet. It appeared to be well organized, the old wardrobe built into the wall, it was large, and all the green doors were
open.

I went in the car, got my pink suitcase, put it in the room.

He called me into the living room, it was small but cozy like a grandmother's room on the farm. In the room there was a green closet where there was a safe and many medicines. The TV was connected to a channel aimed at dogs, in which sound and image are specific to hold the canines' attention.

He took some medicine and then he called me to the kitchen it was time for him to prepare one of his evening meals, after all, a nutritionist doctor has his rules.

The kitchen was from a very old house, there were chickens being defrosted, the tap running under running water bothered me when I tried to close it, he didn't let it, he said it was rain-catching water that was okay, he had a knife in his hands and a purple plastic cattail started to cut the chickens into cubes.

As soon as he finished cutting, he called Spider who was already with us in the kitchen to wash the board, or I would say, clean it with his tongue, at that moment I controlled that not even an expression, even the slightest revulsion could come to my face . Then the dog cleaned the pots, the pot, the lid of the pot, that would be a daily ritual for him in the kitchen.

The rice was ready in a pot, he put it on his plate, when I noticed that he used his hands to help himself, once again my face remained intact, my God, I could be an actress, because even with total disgust, I continued as an admired princess watching her prince cook.

Season from here, season from there, chicken ready, dish done, we went to the sofa.
I sat on the end and he in the other corner, while he ate, we talked about random things, Spider always in my lap. When we finished dinner we lay together on the sofa, we hugged, I was wearing jeans and a black blouse. We had fun with Spider trying to kiss us, involving us in an almost triple kiss. Until some time later he suggested that I change my clothes while he made my dinner, my Doctor knew the exact amount of carbohydrate and protein that I should consume that night.

I had brought pink, light, very cool pajamas.  When I got to the kitchen he didn't even look at me, always imperative, in a
 side to side he was selecting what he would use to make my dish, and Spider was there, always doing his cleaning job.

 When we got back to the living room and I put a portion of chicken, seasoned with Edu Guedes seasoning, I thought My God is the most delicious chicken I have ever eaten, and it was true, I had never tried such a delicious chicken.  He called me my love, separated my medicines that I should take after dinner, served me a cold juice, and then led me through a kiss to the biggest sofa in the room, and kissing my neck his mouth mouth  it was going down, slowly, following your touch, sharing space with your dog, I slowly closed my eyes.