João Felipe

My meeting with Megan was a complete fiasco and yet she had sent me several messages since then. I had been feeling so unhappy with everything, that not even the possibility of a night of sex lifted my mood and I simply declined her invitation to go to her house after the vernissage.

I knew I needed to distract myself a little, and relax, but since I didn't feel any willingness to go out or even meet with anyone, nothing better than knowing how things were at home.

I was feeling my mother was more different every day, I couldn't explain exactly what had changed, but she seemed a less talkative and expansive person, and when I questioned her, she always replied that it was my impression, only.

What was not my surprise when she informed me that she would be comi