Chapter 2: Chapter 2
It's like they have some sort of super-woman power that makes them capable of making you feel guilty for being yourself. I'm guilty for being gay, I guess. That must be it. My tía is guilt-tripping me into meeting her fiancé because she thinks I will disapprove of him because he is black.Which I won't. Because all men are created equal, right guys?" I say yes, but inside I'm dying from embarrassment. My tía s eyes drop to the checkered tablecloth and she smiles sweetly at the thought of her future husband and his large penis. "Oh, he is going to ravish you, my love.He is going to fuck you senselessly. You are going to cum so many times. It's going to be amazing," she says, her eyes twinkling with joy. "Now stop being difficult and meet my family."
"How am I being difficult? I told you I would meet your family, but I don’t want to meet your fiancé.Why do you think it is strange?" I ask her, but she doesn't answer. Instead, she turns away and starts cleaning the dishes, humming to herself as she does so."You know why."
"Because you are a bad person and you don't want to meet the man that I am going to marry because you r scared he will hurt me like you did when you forced me to have sex with you when I was fourteen. You are a piece of work, my love.You have no idea how hard it is to get a girl to have sex with me. Usually, it takes weeks, but you did it in a day. I was so impressed that I gave you my virginity on the spot. And you took it without mercy, my love.You made me feel guilty for being a virgin because you said I was too young to give it up to a man. So when you found out that I was a virgin, you forced me to have sex with you to lose it. It was my first time and you ruined it because you were desperate to prove to me that I was a whore and that you could do it better than my father.