Daddy's boy

Chapter 3

Chapter 7

July 16, 2016

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relationship was progressing as it had to, that day they decided to go out to a Latin party, Martin was curious to see other cultures up close, all he had ever heard about the Latin rhythm was the sensuality and how much many Norwegians liked these parties. They met at the Tonga Bar, a Latin place that welcomed Norwegians and foreigners of all kinds who liked to dance reggaeton, bachata, funk, axé, kizomba, not only hot rhythms from Latin America and Africa were played there, but whatever was successful at the time.

That night Anya prepared herself whimsically, wearing a nude-pink dress, fitted to the body, with wide straps and a small neckline between her breasts. The dress was not too short, and the scarf was the same color as the dress. Her blond hair, long to the waist, was tied up in a medieval style bun, her nails were painted, and she wore light make-up for the night, but matching what she was wearing. Martin was wearing the same plaid, flannel shirt, jeans and sneakers. She hated his looks. As always she had a table for the two of them. She liked to get to the place early, so that she could choose where to sit and not have to hold a coat all night or struggle to buy a drink at the bar. They ordered some drinks and the evening was very good. They talked a lot, drank a lot, and danced a lot. She was very surprised at the way he danced.

- Wow! Where did you learn to dance like that? You dance like a Latin! And the twisting? WOW!

So after much dancing they sat down again. From time to time Martin commented that all the men in the bar were looking at her. That they were talking to each other when she danced.

She replied, "I'm glad it's like that. Maybe you'll realize that I am single by choice. And besides, let them look! Don't you feel good knowing that the girl they want is with you?

- Yes, you are mine," he said jokingly, but to Anya it sounded like something deeper, since she was liking him, but Martin always said that he was not in love and that they would never have a future together.

At the end of the night they went to his house. Although she was visibly drunk, Anya denied it, after all, she got drunk on purpose.

Do you know one of those days when you want to cross the line? This was the day for Anya, who did not want to wait in line for a cab for an eternity, because all bars and nightclubs in Bergen had ended at the same time, bars stopped serving drinks around 1:00 a.m., beer, ciders, low alcohol cocktails, at 2:00 a.m., and all closed between 2:30 and 3:00 a.m. Which meant that everyone was standing in line to get a cab.

Martin then suggested that they walk, about 10 minutes, to the Mølenpris bridge, where he knew the cabs stopped to pick up passengers. The same cabs that were going to the center, to the long lines. The woman agreed, and they both walked, she in her stiletto heels, one step forward and three steps back, while Martin laughed at Anya's antics, looked after her, but said she was drunk. They stopped at a kiosk to eat a kebab, an Arabic food, very popular in Norway, since there were so many immigrants from the East there, since it is one of the countries that most granted asylum to war refugees, causing a great cultural mix, these refugees were allocated both in small towns and in larger ones. There were also marriages of Norwegians with foreigners from all over the world.

After buying a kebab at the kiosk, they headed for the Mølenpris bridge. It was amusing to see her trying to climb the stairs, almost falling backwards, and him on duty with his arms out behind her, in case she fell, he would hold her up. She still turned around with her hand on her waist and questioned his gesture, complaining that it was totally unnecessary and that people might think she was drunk. Martin couldn't stop laughing, for even the way he spoke gave her away. At the end of the stairs, near the church in Mølenpris, there were some garbage containers, Anya looked at him shyly and said:

- Martin, I really need to pee.

He asked her if it could wait, they were almost at the cab stand.

- Do you really think I would ask you if I could wait? - she answered.

So she went to pee behind the containers, Martin took advantage of this and, a little far from where she was standing, relieved himself too. She was squatting, drunk and talking:

- Hey, Martin! I can hear you peeing! - He laughs! - And you're not listening to mine are you?

He laughed: - No!

In the cab she rested her head on his shoulder until she reached the apartment. Martin was holding Anya's hand, smoothing it, squeezing it. He kissed her on the forehead and held her hands very tightly, their fingers intertwined. When they arrived, he helped her out of the cab and wanted to carry her, but since they couldn't stop laughing, the task was almost impossible.

Once inside the apartment they decided to have another beer, but Anya, tired and still very tall, couldn't finish hers. They went to make some more food, because the kebab was not good for her and they threw it away. They finished eating and went to lie down on his bed. He helped her undress, lent her a shirt, and they lay together under the comforter, kissing very passionately. An outsider could swear that he was a man in love with a woman, after all, he treated her with great affection. Small gestures that a man usually does not do when he is not involved with a woman. She wanted to make love to him that night, she was ready for it, without fear, but he thought it was better just to sleep, that he didn't want to have s*x with her drunk. They could wait. That stirred Anya's heart, that's when she gave herself up for good. She was very much in love with him. It was even more than that. She admired him!

The next morning, July 17, 2016, there they were both warm under the comforter, talking about her hangover, he fetched water, headache medicine and even asked if she wanted breakfast in bed. Pulling him onto the bed the two began kissing ardently, then Martin began sucking on the women's breasts over her blouse, as Anya squirmed under him, tucked her head under the fabric and began sucking her breasts hard; while feeling a fine pain, she enjoyed it, shrinking and writhing, sometimes with a little of the pain, he went on kissing her on her belly, kissing further down, over her pants, between her legs, smelling so strongly you could hear the drag of her breath.

Removing the pajama pants she was wearing - Anya wouldn't let him remove her blouse - he gasped and looked her intensely in the eyes, face to face all the time, this was how he liked to make love, looking into her eyes, mouth to mouth, feeling her breathing, she held her panties on her hips, he then became totally naked and penetrated her, just pulling her panties apart, they had s*x for the first time.

Anya was crying, but Martin was penetrating her harder and faster, with more and more intensity, and the tears were falling. It was as if something was being stolen from her, it was her body, someone was invading, someone strange she hardly knew. She wanted him, absolutely, but she felt a little bit of hurt for being penetrated like that, for him searching her body from the inside. It was just a confused feeling about s*x and passion. She knew that he only wanted s*x, while she wanted so much more, so that was the reason for the hurt that she gave herself up at that moment.

After the first time, they stayed for hours talking in bed. Why she cried, her sorrow, Martin listened attentively, but it was hard to know what the man thought. If they both knew the rules, he had always made it clear that they would not be together, that he did not want a relationship with anyone, and Anya said that she knew this, that she would be in Bergen in June, July and the middle of August, but that after that she would travel back to Førde, to complete her nursing studies.

Martin didn't ask much about her life, what she had done before, what her life had been like, because they had an agreement that they would talk only about superficial things, no intimate feelings or details of life before they met; that he didn't need to know her address, her living situation, her past relationships, nothing. She knew he was single, lived in that apartment with a friend, worked in the Bergen navy, and that was enough. He agreed. So she even answered in the beginning that she was a nurse in her country, that she even worked taking care of the elderly, but she didn't go into details about when she moved to Norway or the more stressful things; she didn't quit her school when she dropped everything and left, it was too much bureaucracy, she didn't have time, she was solving a thousand things at the same time about the custody of her children, and an endless conflict with the family that was against her and her children moving to another country. A lot of family drama, a lot of pressure and a lot of disagreements, a lot of hurt.

He asked what she had already worked on, still stressed that:

- I know. We won't ask too much, but you don't have to say where you worked, when you worked, how much you earned, if it was good or bad, just what you worked on.

So she told only what she thought was superficial. Her first job was in a hotel as a chambermaid, as soon as she arrived in Norway, without even knowing the language, then she became a waitress in the hotel restaurant and after a short time a receptionist.

Anya told this with the pride of someone who knew everything she had been through and had faced alone with three children in a country that was not hers, with a different climate and culture. Then she had worked in a kiosk called Narvesen, where she opened the store in the morning, alone, and sometimes, when her shift was in the afternoon, she would close it, also alone. Narvesen is a common kiosk in Norway, a*****e that sells everything from hot dogs to magazines, newspapers, lottery games, soft drinks, etc. He also said that he worked at the post office sorting letters and doing other clerical work, and that he worked at another kiosk, in the same style as Narvesen, but bigger and that made food by delivery, Mix God biten. Then he worked as a security guard for a few years, until he decided to go to nursing school.

- He worked as a security guard?

- Yes, here are the photos from when I arrived in Norway.

- Wow, you have more than 20,000 pictures.

- Yes, I have pictures of my whole life, from 2005 until now, 2016. They are stored online.

- You should work with photos.

- My ex always said that. - She didn't even like to mention her ex's name.

Martin wanted to see all the photos, but she wouldn't let him take the phone. This turned into a wrestling match, on one side he trying to get the phone, on the other she hiding it, Anya screaming and Martin laughing. A kiss between one tickle and another.

He showed her pictures dressed in his security uniform, with his radio and earwig, and they started the fantasy of who was tougher, he who was military or she who was security. They both played with punches, grabbing, who could arrest whom, and in this game they were panting, tired, sweating, which ignited again the passion, the desire to have s*x. This body fight ended in s*x. Wild s*x. So they did it again, once more after a few hours since the first time.

Anya didn't like the way he made love. It was strange. She would get under him and he would hold the headboard of the bed and move up and down his body on hers, rubbing and rubbing skin against skin in a way that made her skin burn, hurt. She underneath him and he going up and down his body that was totally glued to hers, both of them naked, it was a physical pain for her underneath him, and she found it very strange the fact that he was holding on with his arms on the head of the bed making up and down movements as if he was training. This was the only way he could go all the way. She was very disconcerted, but didn't want to talk about it. He was also shy about it.

She definitely didn't like making love to him, but she thought it was the beginning, that the two of them needed to get to know each other and get used to each other better.

They got up around two in the afternoon and went for a walk. It was a Sunday afternoon in July, summer in Norway. They strolled through the center, had ice cream, breathed in the Bergen air. When they returned to his house in the evening, they made some food, watched Twilight, but he fell asleep halfway through the movie.

The next morning, a Monday, she left early with him, who was going to work and she would take the car to come home. Martin even offered her the key to the house, saying that she could sleep late and leave the key in the electricity box outside when she left.

That day, after a whole weekend together, they didn't exchange messages, they were silent, Anya wasn't sure if she was free to call, or text. The truth is that she was afraid of sounding insistent, she also didn't know if he was the kind of person that if you don't look for him, he doesn't give any sign of life. It was a lot of uncertainty, something new and unexpected, what she was experiencing in that relationship. She had only had experience with marriage, with stable and lasting relationships throughout her life. Not a relationship based on "being without commitment", Anya still didn't know for sure what she was experiencing with Martin.

If on the one hand the man claimed that she could do anything: call him, talk about anything, on the other hand, if she took any action without consulting him first, he showed total dissatisfaction. For example, one day Anya invited a friend, who shared a rent with her, to meet her at Martin's house, because she was about to leave and was going to drive home. Anya knew how reserved Martin was, what was his was his, he said he didn't need more friends, he had enough already, friends of a lifetime, since childhood, a few from naval school.

His statements made Anya insecure that he might not like them, she called him and he didn't answer, he was probably busy at work. Even so, she asked her friend to find her, because she remembered that Martin had offered to give her a ride a few times when Anya needed to pick her up. She also remembered that on another occasion he had told her that she could come to dinner with them.

When Martin arrived home and found the two of them lying in the bedroom talking, the expression that he hated the invasion of his privacy was so obvious that Anya felt obliged to give an explanation. His bad mood was so great that there was no way her friend could not notice, and the two of them didn't even want to stay there anymore. He said that she couldn't have done that, taking a stranger to his house, to his room, and staying there talking to her in his bed, that he came home from work tired and didn't expect that. He hadn't wanted that situation in his house. Anya's friend went to the living room and even though they had made lunch for them, the mood was so bad that they left without even touching the food. After this, the couple was very upset with each other. So much so, that they only spoke to each other again because of Anya, who always tried to look at certain difficult situations with more optimism. After the anger passed, he listened to her and everything was fine.

Chapter 8

July 19, 2016, Tuesday

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artin looked uneasy, remembering a conversation the two of them had, a boy at Anya's college had tried several times to approach her since the young woman started her nursing degree.

His uneasiness came from the messages Anya had let him read. This fact alone was worrying enough, after all, Martin had access to all her messages on dating apps, but the messages that this boy sent her privately, she only allowed Martin to see a few. The ones she read said that he would be in Bergen all week and would like to meet her, have a coffee, talk. That he had something very important to say.

Martin felt in his heart that what this boy, named Noah, had something so important to tell her was to ask her to become his serious girlfriend or something of that sort. Martin was not sure what he wanted in life. He was convinced that he did not want to get married, have children, animals, in short, he did not want a serious relationship, much less to love someone. At least that was what he repeated to himself every day. Not that he didn't have the chance to love and be loved, he lived among many friends of high Norwegian standards: doctors, military men, nurses, engineers, well-structured and educated people, both men and women.

The man stayed at his house, alone, after lunch, remembering some conversations he had had with Anya, in which he stated that he had no intention of hurting her. He also explained that before he met her in person he was seeing another girl and that she had a lot in common with him. She was single, didn't have a complicated past, had a good profession, her own apartment, car, and was a sportswoman. She said that even though she liked this previous relationship, it was not enough to give her what she wanted. The girl wanted a serious relationship and she declared herself to him. This girl's name was Elisa.

With a heavy heart, Anya advised him to go after this girl, if he liked her he could try, but Martin answered no, that he stopped answering her messages some time ago. So he wouldn't go back.

Martin thought that if he himself had already told Anya that he didn't like her and that he even liked another girl, but that he still wouldn't stay with this other girl, because he didn't want anything more with anyone, he imagined that nothing would stop her from being with this boy that day, since they hadn't exchanged messages for some time. They could be on a date maybe, she thought. Or even a meeting of friends.

He became more and more uneasy, thinking that he had no right to feel jealous, or to think badly of her, or to say anything about it. So he decided to call her.

Anya was even surprised, because she thought he was too cold for this kind of attitude. He treated her very well when they were together, but 10 minutes after they parted it was as if she hadn't existed. He was not good at texting or contacting her, a simple 'good morning' or 'good evening' was not expected from him.

That Tuesday in July, Martin invited her to visit him at his home. She was having some financial problems, as she had to send money to help with a case of illness in her family in Brazil. Not to mention her expenses with a three-story house, three children, a car, trips to the college - which was three hours away from Bergen - every week, and thousands of other bills.

Anya really didn't want to and couldn't keep spending money on gasoline, tolls, parties and outings, on anything outside her budget. After all, she was a mother, as well as a student, which meant limited savings. Still, once again she went to see him, as she did the whole time they were together, she drove practically every day from her house to his house, or from work to his house, since his house was a little far away and the buses didn't come that often. What was common in Norway, that people in their 30s were already stable, did not fit the reality of a person who had moved to another country and was a single mother. Anya was educated, well-traveled, intelligent, understood his point of view, and tried to adapt to the new rules and integrate into everyone's expectations, but Martin did not accept the fact that a foreigner for some reason could not have the same standards of living as someone who was born and raised in Norway. He was easily angered if the subject was her always limited budget.

Anya arrived at his apartment. Every time they saw each other it was the same, the intensity, suddenly the problems and worries didn't exist, they jumped on each other literally without saying anything and kissed, flirted with the look.

That day they sat in the living room and were a little mute, Martin was more awkward than usual, he was not very good at communication, but Anya noticed that he was serious, withdrawn, restless. They tried to watch a movie, in bed, but he seemed unhappy with her presence there. Tired of being ignored, she asked if it was okay to leave and if she could get a case of beer from his fridge, that she would return it another day, but that she was thinking of visiting some friends in Fyllingsdalen and left. It was Tuesday, an unusual day for drinking, but she was almost never free on weekends or any other dates and holidays, so she took advantage of it when she could.

Arriving at the house of an old friend, Marta, the joy was overwhelming. Marta, as always, had made typical Brazilian food, music was playing, plus two or three people in the house. Generally where the Brazilian women lived they were always like this, they tried to get together and any reason was turned into a party. One would always call the other and each one would bring something, suddenly it would become an improvised carnival with many jokes, good moments and sometimes a little drama.

Martin was strange. He said so himself. He didn't understand his own feelings and even fought against them. He wished Anya had stayed at home, but he couldn't express what he wanted to say. This made it even more difficult to understand his expectations of what they were experiencing.

It must have been very frustrating for a woman to live with a person who never knew what she wanted, and when she did, she didn't express it.

Hours after she left home, Martin sent her a text message asking where she was. When she answered, Anya took the opportunity to invite him to join her friends. Half reluctantly, half eager to stay with her, the young man went to meet her. He arrived at his friend's house, was well received, had dinner with them, observed everything Anya did, as she had free access wherever she went, and was the type who was suddenly already in the kitchen exchanging ideas, grating a carrot or setting the table, carrying chairs. Dinner was very pleasant and everyone seemed quite content, except Martin.

- Is there something wrong, Martin? Is there something you want to tell me?

- I don't know exactly.

- Is it my older friends? The music? The food? What's bothering you?

- Nothing.

As her friends were distracted in the kitchen, she took him to a corner of the sofa to talk.

- Tell me about it. I'm your friend, I don't bite. It doesn't hurt to talk, you know.

- I thought you were with your friend Noah. He's in Bergen and you've been gone for two days. I thought you left my house today to meet him.

- I am here, as I said, at my friends house in Fyllingsdalen. Even if you had thought that before, now you see that it wasn't, you see that I am here.

- I know.

- Then you have no reason to be upset anymore.

- I know.

- Do you want to go home?

- Yes, I do. Are you coming?

- Of course.

The two continued this conversation on the way back to his apartment. They understood each other. Anya always asked him to talk more, to open up, not to hide what he really thought. He had agreed, and they were fine again. Anya was pleased to hear that he was insecure and jealous, although at the same time she felt insulted that he thought she would be able to leave his house to find another man. He had a gift for confusing her. Even though she was confused and hurt, Anya had s*x with him all night.