Aldaron’s back

Today I awake refreshed ready for my first full day in Rio.

After cleaning up, I head to the internet place. While there, Sweet and Hemp come by and say hello. We plan to meet in a few minutes at Alcazar and soon I head out.

Walking past Alcazar, I see no hombres in sight so I head past Debret back to Copacabana Avenue. I plan on hitting my favorite kilo restaurant up the street and proceed up the street. I cannot describe the feeling of joy I have roaming the streets of Rio once again.

Around the intersection of Rua Xavier da Silveira I spot a familiar site from behind. As I pass a young woman, I’m caught by the familiarity of her wet hair of all things. There is something about it that causes me to stop. She is waiting to cross at the crosswalk on Copacabana Avenue. I haven’t seen her face yet, but her long black flowing hair reminds me of someone. I pause before crossing the side street and turn and look back towards her again. That bunda looks familiar too. Within a split second she turns my way and a smile as big as Rio itself appears on her face. Just as I suspected, it is Alicia. She walks towards me and plants a kiss on every part of my face. I never imagined I would be reunited with her this way, but the spontaneity for both us of is too much.

We stay there a few minutes because she is waiting for her friend Anna. She tells me that she knew I was in town because her friend from Terma X called her that morning. I knew that would happen after my visit yesterday. She scolds me for not telling her I was coming into town. I tell her I wanted to surprise her and more kisses follow. She and I had developed a bond during my last trip because she was the only girl I could really communicate with and seeing and talking to her again makes me realize that we are picking up right where we left off. She and I are like peas and carrots once again.

Soon Anna joins us, and we proceed to the kilo restaurant. After lunch, Anna departs and Alicia tells me she wants to go to my apartment. I think I know what this means.

Once inside, she wants to know if I brought her anything. I pull out some of my gifts and she proceeds to model them. I had bought a little t-shirt in a boy’s small size with an American flag on the front. She puts it on wearing only her white thong and pose for me on the couch. All I can say is God Bless America.

Buying gifts for these women can be quite an experience. I don’t know which is more unnerving, fumbling through the panty bin at Victoria’s Secret looking for size XS, or standing in line at Wal-Mart with a pack of scrunges and Astroglide. They definitely know their name brands though, so if you are serious about bringing clothes, don’t show up in Rio with a blouse by Cherokee from Target.

After the mini-photo shoot, the questioning begins. It seems a lot of interaction has gone on since my departure, just as Barbara had hinted at the night before in Terma X. The subject soon turns to Iris. She tells me that she came up to her a few weeks ago at Help and in a nice way sort of rubbed it in her face that she had been with me a lot. However, as with things said by some on this website, I consider the source. I have no idea whether or not it was true.

Next, she asks me why I spent my last night in July with Iris and not her. I tell her basically it was because she was at “work” and Iris wasn’t. The onslaught continues.

Next, she inquires why I wanted to be with her and Iris at the same time. I have no real answer for this other than to say that I liked them both. She seems perplexed and wants to continue. At this point I am like Sgt Schultz from Hogan’s Heroes…. “I KNOW NOTHING!!” I had experienced some of this from her my first trip and had also been warned that she could be like this. However, bad press has never scared me off when it comes to women, so I am committed to forming my own conclusions about her.

Finally, I tell her ”no more”. There has been too much talk already. I’ve been waiting for this for six weeks and she doesn’t disappoint.

Afterwards, I bring my laptop over to show her some pictures that I loaded for her from back home. Halfway through it, I unfortunately come across a folder called “Rio” in the My Pictures folder and click on it thinking it is only my scenery pictures I took last time. It isn’t just scenery. What’s worse, it’s nothing but pictures of Iris. I quickly close the folder but it is too late because she has already gotten a glimpse. Well I’ll be fuck. I thought I took all of those pictures off this damn thing.

To say that the sight of these pictures upsets her is an understatement. She wants to know where the ones of her are. I search frantically for her pictures, but I know there are none. I try to explain that I transferred them to another computer and that I forgot those, but the explanation is hollow. She sits up and says she is leaving.

I try to reassure her that the photos mean nothing. She is distant though and I don’t know what to say at this point. It is much too early in my trip for this. Once again I place my face in my hands and rub my temples. I always knew meeting women down here would be fun, but I am beginning to understand that I underestimated the emotional side of the equation.

She sits stoically in the bed staring into nothing. I try to hold her hand but she pulls away so I leave the room. If she wants to leave, I can’t do anything about it.

After several minutes, I come back to the bedroom and kiss her on the forehead. She doesn’t really want to leave and I can see that now. We lay down next to each other and nothing more is said. She is supposed to be at Terma X at 4:00, but 4:00 comes and goes and we fall asleep.

We awake around 6:00 and decide to go to dinner. She gets in the shower first and starts adjusting something on the showerhead. Apparently she increased the temperature of the hot water because 10 minutes later when I am soaped down, it blows a breaker and we are left in the dark with no hot water. FUCK!!!!

After getting the rest of the soap off of me with the cold water, I stumble out, nearly stepping in the commode, looking for my flashlight that I just happened to bring on this trip. I knew what had happened so now it is just a matter of finding the breaker in this place.

The only window in the place is all the way on the other side and the blinds are drawn. I can’t see shit. Here I am fumbling and stumbling around naked in a pitch-black apartment like Mr. Magoo. Every time I hit something, I can hear a giggle coming from the bathroom.

I finally locate my flashlight, and within a minute find something that passes for a breaker box and flip a switch. The lights appear again and all is well.

Once we are dressed, we walk to her apartment so she can change. Inside, she shows me a picture of her that she says was her when she was 18. However, it looks nothing like her, and she cannot convince me that it is actually her.

While in her bedroom, she pretends to call one of her “nomarados” to make me jealous, but I know she is bluffing. She is carrying on this make-believe conversation, so finally I come up behind her and say “hello fucker” into the phone. She giggles and keeps the charade going. Finally I tell her phone that I am about to fuck her and that we have to go and she gives-ups.

Next we head outside and catch a taxi to dinner. She had joked earlier that I should give her some Reals for staying with me, but I told her I wasn’t giving her anything. I didn’t make her stay out of work and I didn’t tell her I would pay her to do so.

At the restaurant we are fed everything under the sun. She wants a white wine, but I order a Chilean Red Wine, and shortly thereafter they bring us all kinds of food. These guys come around and ask you if you want whatever is on their skewer and then they slice you off some of it. I don’t know what kind of meat I am eating. At one point, the guy brings around some other kind of meat on a plate, but I am declining everything at this point. She asks for some of it and he plops it down on her plate. I look at it. It’s a headless frog……………………………….. not just frog legs…… the whole fucking frog. She tries to get me to eat some, but I would just as soon eat a turd than that. She jokes that if I don’t try some that she isn’t going to let me fuck her in the ass tonight. I’m sorry….. that still doesn’t do it. She will be lucky if I fuck her at all tonight after seeing her eat that bullfrog.

Arriving back at the apartment around 11:00, we lie down for a bit. We had planned on going into Help later, but the wine hits her pretty hard and she passes out. I try to get her up about 12:30, but she is out of it and tells me to go by myself. I pass and settle in for the night.