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Shit.
This man made me use some cursing words. What was I thinking? He had me under some sort of spell, and I didn't consider the consequences of my actions. It was a classic case of making a mistake, enjoying it at first, and regretting it later.
I slept with Ulises.
I had slept with the damned Ulises.
I slapped my forehead, feeling that raw morality for having done it. I hadn't thought things through, and now I had to face the consequences. For God's sake, we were getting a divorce!
I carefully moved his arm from my waist, trying not to wake him, and sat up. He was sleeping peacefully. There was no trace of regret in him, yet. I wondered if he would have the same raw morality for sleeping with me. Oh, may the devil take me, and I hoped he would really regret getting involv
