Weakness
* * * * * * * * * MERLÍ* * * * * * * * * *
"Do you like it?"
"Enough..."
"Did you like it? Pretty, isn't it?" she asks with a big smile. "Bayá is so... handsome, and in this photo, he looks SO good..."
"Stop, just stop..."
"Why? These pictures are very beautiful," she says, very amused at seeing me suffer. "Look at this one here..."
"Stop, don't go on..."
"Mmm... And you haven't seen this one; it's my favorite. Maxi's mole is so sexy..."
"Enough! Stop!" I shout loudly, unable to bear looking at the photos anymore.
"YOU DON'T YELL AT ME!" she exclaims, standing up and slapping me. "DON'T YELL AT ME," she repeats more forcefully. "YOU'RE NOT IN FRONT OF JUST ANYONE! YOU'RE IN FRONT OF THE FUTURE WIFE OF MAXIMILIANO FISTERRA! THE REAL WOMAN HE LOVES!"
"Please, stop," I ple
