You remember the waitress's brown breasts and you write "mulatto"

You wake up with a start and a horrible hangover. Even with the mists of sleep, you head to the bathroom where you try to freshen up a bit and look for a couple of paracetamol while trying to remember the dream that was running through your head just before you woke up.

You concentrate and confused images of a fair assail you. You remember walking into a fortune teller's shop. The fortune teller turns out to be a gypsy suspiciously similar to Lola Flores. You deposit a bill in her hand and while the witch stuffs it into her soggy bra with one hand, she grabs yours with the other and brings it up to her face.

“I see an iron fist in a silk glove. —says the gypsy, passing her hand with her thin fingers extended in front of your face— Be careful, the next woman who crosses your life may be the cause of your destruction or the woman of your life, only your decisions will determine it.

You try to remember something else, but to no avail, so you wash your face again and go to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast. When you get back to the room you see the computer and vaguely remember what you did last night. You turn it on and go to the contacts page with the intention of deleting your profile, but surprised you realize that there is already a candidate who is interested in you. You remember the gypsy's advice for a second and after dismissing it with a shiver you click on the message with curiosity.

The profile of the candidate is not very extensive. She says her name is Melina Rodríguez, she is of Cuban origin and is twenty-seven years old. She studied law thanks to the scholarships and finished her degree second in her class, now she works as a defense attorney. She likes Latin music, movies and a good book, although she confesses that she doesn't have much free time to devote to it. To finish, she explains that she likes men who are tender but sure of themselves and who are ardent lovers.

In the upper right corner of the profile there is a photo from which Melina looks at you with big, dark eyes, surrounded by long, curly eyelashes. Her nose is a little wide but straight and not too big and her lips are thick and juicy, but what catches your attention the most is her dark caramel complexion that is as fine as peach skin.

You click on the photo and you see several snapshots in which you discover that as a good lawyer she dresses impeccably in all of them, taking advantage of the high heels to enhance a heart-stopping body and especially an epoch-making ass.

To be the first answer is not bad, you sit with the computer on your lap and send a message talking a little more about yourself. Contrary to what you expect, she responds to you immediately. You chat for a while and alternating lies with half-truths get her interested in you. After a bit of conversation she excuses herself by saying that she has to meet with an important client in a few minutes, but that you have impressed her and that she would like to meet you in person.

Before saying goodbye she tells you that the next day she will be in town at night and that she has time for dinner.

You don't hesitate for a second and invite him to a fancy restaurant downtown. You wait for an answer, but either because she really had to go, or because she wants to make you do some of your own juicing, she doesn't respond to your proposal right away.

Hours later you receive an affirmative answer and she adds that it would be good for her to meet at half past nine.

With a triumphant feeling you close the computer and dedicate yourself to taking little jumps around the room.

The wait has been long, but finally the time has come. You get ready by taking your only decent suit out of her bag and the Fluchos you bought for your sister's wedding. The last touch is the Hugo Boss perfume and cufflinks in the shape of small airplanes with which you intend to compensate for the lack of quality with originality.

You have to hurry but in the end you are at the restaurant bar at half past nine like a nail.

"I'm sorry, but I had a last-minute problem and I couldn't get there earlier." she says twenty minutes later entering the premises and giving you two hasty kisses.

You get up hastily to greet her and after returning the two kisses you make a sign to the meter. While the waiter collects your jackets, you take the opportunity to take a look at the young woman. She is spectacular with a tight dress white in the center and black on the sides, neckline in "u" and a straight and tight skirt just above the knees. Her long brown legs don't need stockings and her already attractive ass is enhanced thanks to some spectacular sandals with impossible heels.

You sit at the table and while they give you some appetizers you choose dinner. After placing the order, an awkward silence prevails, you don't really know how to break the ice. After a couple of smiles and hesitation, you decide to start a conversation;