3- Dangerous ending

The Sugar doesn't go down the main avenue towards the shopping center or the nearest service station, but instead starts climbing a tree-lined hill in a park in front of some very luxurious houses in Las Tapias. It starts raining at that moment and raindrops fall against the windshield, but Sugar seems not to care about the rain, and my intuition tells me that he is determined to try to have sex with me that night. "Damn, I shouldn't have gone out with him in this state, and I'm also wearing a dress, looking a thousand times more provocative and accessible to him," I start to worry. But then I remember the strong energy that has always characterized me to get everything I want, and how tenacious and clever I have always achieved my goals on my own, without hurting anyone. "I must find a way to have breast surgery without having to go through this torture," I think. Then I look at Sugar with compassion, and some distrust. He can't hurt me, as we have been seen leaving the parking lot of our residences together. Everyone knows that I live there, and if something happens to me they would know it was because of him. However, I feel the need to get out of the car.

Sugar continues driving through the park and parks, keeping the hazard lights on as the rain pounds against the windshield and the air conditioning starts to pinch my skin because of my tiny dress.

• Love, let's go somewhere else. I'm cold - I whisper.

He unbuckles his seatbelt and leans towards me.

• My love, let me warm you up - he asks. At that moment I feel his kisses on me and he takes my hand and leads it towards his member, I can feel it through the blue jeans he's wearing, in addition to his fat and flabby belly that is exposed under his white shirt.

I'm sure I won't have sex with Sugar, I thought I could, but I can't be with a man who I don't find sexually attractive; but I also know that perhaps the only reason he hasn't crossed the line is because he has the future hope of a promise where I will be his. At that moment, feeling his member under his pants makes me feel nauseous. I can't let him know I changed my mind until I'm in the comfort and safety of my home. So Sugar continues to kiss me, but I respond to his kisses in a tender, sweet, and compassionate way, it's the only way I can kiss him. I reject any feeling of repulsion in me and try to kiss him tenderly. He unbuttons his pants and I can feel his member, it's really small, and I'm surprised that a powerful man, with so much money and such luxurious cars, has a small penis.

• Give me oral sex - he asks me.

• I don't like doing that - I say sweetly between kisses. Although the truth is that I have never done it and I haven't bothered to learn how, but Sugar doesn't know that I'm a virgin so I prefer to make him believe that I'm playing hard to get. At that moment, he starts kissing me wildly and I have to gather all my strength and the conviction of my personality to remind myself that I am a strong woman, a warrior. I push him away.

• I don't want you to take me in your car. It seems in very bad taste - I say coldly and pretend to be offended. He tries to kiss me again but I reject him.

• Barbie, come my love, I want to hug you - he asks me, and at that moment his hands roam my hips while trying to kiss me again. But I firmly take his hands and ask him not to touch me.

• Take me home - I say firmly.

• I'm annoyed that you treat me like this - I add.

Although the truth is that if he were a man I really wanted to be with, I would ask him right now to make love to me, but Sugar is just a 55-year-old man, taken, depressed, and with money. And out of those three things, the only one that interests me is none, just being in the arms of a man I truly desire, or alternatively, lying in my house wrapped in blankets drinking hot chocolate and reading Wuthering Heights. But Sugar knows nothing about Emili Bronte, and probably not about archaeology, mummies, or ancient Greek deities that I feel so passionate about in my work. Sugar only knows that I'm beautiful, that I have a young and beautiful, fresh and quite innocent vagina, more than he imagines, and that's all that matters to him. Something I can't give him.

Then he kisses me once again and a name comes to my mind, as if it could float in my thoughts, I feel a name embracing my head. "Athena, Athena" a voice whispers to me in my subconscious, a voice full of serenity, calmness, and firmness, which seems to come with the sound of the cold rain now falling against the asphalt of Las Tapias. "Athena" I repeat to myself, and I remember that she is the Goddess daughter of Zeus who remained a virgin throughout her life. "Athena protect me" I say as I feel Sugar's slobbery and wet lips against my soft and tender kisses, as I search inside myself for more romantic affectionate gestures to give him, and for him to finally take me home.

"Athena, protect me" I whisper with my eyes open and my gaze fixed towards the darkness of the trees bordering the residences of Las Tapias.

• Give me oral sex - he asks me and grabs my head, pressing my neck towards his crotch.

• I don't want to! - I say exasperated. Then, as if moved by some invisible inertia, I open the car door. And Sugar moves away from me. I step out of the car without saying a word. And at that moment, I close the door and walk away from him, with my 10 cm boots and my sky blue mini dress, aware that if he gets out of the car I won't have any chance of escaping with my heels.

• Barbie, get in the car, don't be ridiculous - he says.

• No, leave me alone - I say coldly.

• Love, don't get mad at me. Get in the car - he asks, looking at me fixedly, but I can still feel his alcoholic breath and his slobbery lips and the small and sad touch of his penis.

• Go away, I'm not getting in your car - I tell him firmly, without any doubt about what I'm saying and he can understand it. Because I have the gift of being brutally honest as well as the ability to sweetly pretend to please others.

My eyes meet his, and I no longer feel fear or dislike for his kisses or his sexual harassment. Now I feel a great fury that he remains there, asking me to get in his car, and he understands it. I just want him to disappear from my sight. His money tried to make me feel inferior but now I understand, I don't need it, I can earn all the money I want on my own, and I will, without denigrating my feminine energy.

• Go away. I'm going to the museum and I'll call a taxi - I finally say, walking down the street.

• Get in the car - he says as he drives alongside me.

• Leave, I'm not getting in your car! - I say exasperatedly. He closes the window of the Lamborghini and disappears from my sight, speeding away with a deafening noise. I walk a couple more blocks, feeling in a state of shock. And at that moment, the sound of a truck horn resonates loudly, probably a driver driving at full speed. As I turn towards the adjacent street and head towards the Science Museum, I look towards the main avenue where there is a pharmacy and a bakery on the other side of the avenue, both with their lights on and the letters "24 hours" shining between the light bulbs that make up the pharmacy sign.

Then an overturned truck stretches across both lanes of the avenue, and a brand new white car, completely overturned and destroyed against a billboard, catches the attention of some people at the same time the scene seems distant and imperceptible to me, as if I were watching it all from a white veil, and for some strange reason I could be inside that lifeless car, just like I am now under the rain, feeling the caresses of the water on my cheeks