It's a day like any other. I have been working on one of my pet projects for a few hours, and not without results, when I determine on taking a break. Or even taking the rest of the day off. I freeze my current experiment and leave the laboratory, locking the doors behind.
I do not know yet what I'm going to do, but starting with a stop on the grand south terrace appeals to me. The view over the city is great, you should check it out some time.
The place belongs to my father, Rodrigo. He's the really rich guy. I only have a couple of small apartments to my name, both bought with Rodrigo's money. Too small and inconveniently located, they can only serve as places of leisure. My work I'm doing back at the old place, this grand mansion atop a hill north of the city, the same place where I grew up -- my father's residence.
Palace. That would be a better word for it. I told you Rodrigo is really rich.
He often scolds me for spending so much time immersed in my engineering projects. But back when he was my age, he was just like me. Now, when he's not running his business empire, it's all partying and fucking. I reckon he has sex with several new hapless creatures every week.
Me and him, we're not the same. Though he's my father, there's no physical resemblance between us. He's a large, handsome man. Round face, light brown skin, curly hair cut short. Pencil beard running the jaw edge. Even if he'd not have all that money, girls would be all over him. He's the epitome of the daddy type, calm, assured, very strong, protective. Gym goer.
It's not the comparison with my father that fills my head as I walk the hallways. Rather, I'm trying to push out all the work related thoughts that have occupied my mind since early morning.
There's a girl, a young woman, in the house. I see her crossing my path in a short white dress. A thing Rodrigo lost, for sure. I follow her.
She wears green fishnet stockings and white pumps. She's tall for a girl, her hair is shoulder length. She seems unsure and somewhat awkward in this place. She looks like a dumb bimbo, like many of Rodrigo's liaisons do. That's uncharitable, I know. She's exploring on her own a big place she does not know.
"Hello, little girl!" I call out from behind her. "Are you lost?"
She turns around and she looks like she's about to fall.
"Umh, no, sir."
"What are you doing, then?"
"Just seeing the house. Rodrigo says it's okay."
"You're his?"
From two paces away, I can appraise her better. She is not a girl. That's not a shock, just not a lane Rodrigo goes down often.
"Yeah... I suppose."
She bites her lips. That's the last time I call the boy she.
"You're pretty." I offer.
"It's the poor light, sir."
I laugh.
"I guess you're right, or maybe it's my poor eyesight. I spend too much time looking at computer screens. Say, have you known Rodrigo for a long time?"
"Two, three months. Sir."
That's a surprise, and maybe it shows on my face. Rodrigo's interest does not usually last that long.
"It's an on and off thing." she explains further.
"Oh. How does that work?"
"He picks me up when he wants to fuck me."
I open my mouth to say something, but don't find words. This girl forwardness is unexpected. A real girl would not say such a thing. A boy, maybe.
