[Thursday, Day 6 - Domestication]:

When we wake up, Flori softly tells me that she normally doesn't like having sex in the morning. Since when? Fine.

So we shower, and the three of us have breakfast. The roosters are crowing in the neighbor's frontyard, the fan is on max, and I'm still sweating up a storm as the sun seems to be beating down the two-level home. As we munch on our ham-sandwiches, Flori's face suddenly change from angelic to demonic (I mean "wife-like") as she blurts out, "tienes una novia en los estados unidos?" Do I have a girlfriend in the states? Of course not ... and I didn't have to lie on that one. Then she goes on to tell me how she hates promiscuous people and hopes that I'm as true to her, as she is to me. Okay, considering that we were on the topic of “dating,” I asked her about all the men on her walls. She goes to state that they are close friends except for one … and she points out on rather strong looking fellow. Flori goes on to say that he loves her, but she can’t go to Boston to live with him. Now that their relationship was ‘on the rocks,’ she went on to mention how he no longer sends her money … and she may have trouble paying the utilities and rent to her house. Awkward silence … and I don’t offer to help her out.

After breakfast, the sisters went back to sleep, but I decided to explore Quepos. After finding my way through the alleyways (and after dodging a couple very angry looking dogs), I found myself on the main tourist street of Quepos … walked up some tiendas … and made my way to the beach. The beach in Quepos itself was only so-so … with more rocks than I had originally expected. I was hoping to find some time to break off to Monteverde and the jungle-resort area, but - as it turns out - never got a chance to do so. Overall, Quepos was a moderately-quiet town with its share of European and a few American tourists. A number of these tourists appeared to be surfers. On the way back, via e-mail, I let a trusted acquaintance in Peru know that I was going to stay in Costa Rica, and I decided to buy some soda, milk, juice, break, ice-cream, and toilet-paper for Flori and her sister. After all, if I was to become Flori’s bitch - I mean - husband, I needed to do some grocery shopping for her, right? I got back to her house by 5pm and still found the two of them fast asleep. For myself, I was on vacation … but, for these two, they had just gotten back from their own vacation. After making like a rock for a few hours, Flori finally woke up around 7pm. At this point, they decide to go to their sister’s home for dinner again. Not again … but fine. We had chicken, rice, and beans for dinner … and we got to watch - oh yes (my favorite) - Aliens 2 on videotape! These chicas sure love that Aliens series. During the movie, Flori and her younger sister had some fun hugging and grabbing at each others’ cunts. Then, Flori’s younger sister proceeded to grab her nieces stuffed toy and stick the remote control into it’s private area … on and off for the next hour, as we finished the movie. All this was watched by her niece and the young maid, as they both laughed and, at times, joined in. It sure felt like home to me.

Finally, we got home and … after a day with no action, I was pretty wound up for Flori. Unfortunately, being 11pm, Flori and her sister decided to clean the house for 2 hours … and - of course - I chipped in with some help. While cleaning the upstairs, I noticed a stash of shampoo and unused soap from your favorite hotel … The Presidente; of course, neither of us had brought any of it from my room on this trip. And, I also found a card from the parents of one of Flori’s former “boyfriends” … and I knew that Flori couldn’t have read it, because it was in English. It read something to the effect that “the parents don’t know how Flori made their son so happy, but they were thankfully and looked forward to meeting her someday.”

By 1am, although I was exhausted and a bit paranoid. Nonetheless, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do: I had to have a piece of Flori. Gratefully, on the second floor that night, she gave me another award-winning performance. With sex this good, I almost felt that I could put up with the rest of the shit. And, come to think of it, there would be no way that she could be ‘this good’ without having had training from all those other guys on her wall.

Also, mind you … during these past few days, it appeared as if Flori was getting a lot of phone-calls … most of which she was ignoring, unless it was her older sister. Ah - so what … the sex was good, right? What a fool … (note to readers: you have to love it when I rip on myself before you go full-bore flaming into me)