BORN-AGAIN

SHE WAS A BORN-AGAIN WOMAN

She was sensual indeed.A tall woman with a lovely face, the smile of a child, and, to make things contradictory, a big and well-shaped ass that made men turn their heads. Brazilians are always attentive to asses, as if they had a vital importance in their sexual performance, or maybe as if they could tell a woman by her ass. Well, she looked like she was born for pleasure and lust, unable to hide the enormous thighs that showed from under her clothes.

She smoked and drank a lot, and she used to go to cafes every day to be able to see people and talk to someone. Yes, she lived alone. She used to go to the beach in the morning, she used to ride her bycicle every day, but it was only at the cafes that she could talk and listen to people. I remember having heard her say that she sometimes spent two or three days having nobody to talk to. All right, you may say. She´s better off being pretty and desired, and what´s wrong with going to cafes to drink beer in Copacabana?

What was wrong, my friend, is that she was a born-again woman, loyal to extremes to the principles of her church. She drank a lot and smoked, too, but she was a devout Christian. She followed the commandments of her church with fervor and she kept up a strong belief in her faith. Drinking and smoking were her only sins. THE ONLY ONES. Simple? No. I´ll try to show how complicated it was.

Sitting at a table in a cafe, a glass of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, she was the perfect magnet for a man who always showed up quickly, eager to start something he thought would end up having a happy ending. Her smile left him at ease, relaxed and inspired. The first phrases came spontaneously and easily as the smiles and the movement of the glasses. They both spoke continuously, a lively and intelligent conversation. Then, suddenly :
"-Do you believe in God?"
The question itself didn´t sound strange. It was a challenging matter and it might be the start for some interesting account, no more. No, it wasn´t.

The man answered as quickly as possible, trying not to go deep into the subject, but it always came back like a boomerang. There were new questions and confrontations to challenge his belief. He wondered if she was trying to test his intelligence, something like measuring his capability to express his thoughts and his knowledge. Why not? He tried for some time to respond to so many philosophical enquiries.

Suddenly, a bit tired for the effort made, he looked around him and noticed with surprise that nobody else shared the discussion. He could only see smiles and funny words in other people´s lips, and he questioned himself : "Wasn´t that what he was there for?" He looked at the woman in front of him and then at the others, in search of an explanation. He had to do something. He had lost himself in the heat of the conversation, but, of course, what he really wanted was to be with a beautiful woman and have a good time.

He tried to change the subject, but it was of no use. To his surprise she made it a question of honor to continue the discussion. He then imposed his right to give up the subject and talk about other things. That was certainly the moment when the situation turned serious. The man, whoever it was, never accepted the fact as it proved to be. There he was, at two or three in the morning, after many glasses of beer, facing a woman that he now did not recognize as the one he had seen smiling at the cafe. He thought it must have been his own fault; something was wrong, but he couldn´t reason - he was tired.

He then gave up the intelligent talk. He thought to himself that she was a hot woman and "the night was young". She had gotten up twice to go to the restroom and he had checked her beautiful ass and her magnificent thighs. Why, he had been involved in a silly discussion that would take him nowhere.It was time to take control of the situation, to make things become more pleasant ...
"-Let´s go somewhere else. This cafe is closing." The answer came quickly: "-Yes, let´s drink at the kiosk at the beach."

In the open air, looking at the starry sky and feeling the breeze from the sea, now a perfect atmosphere for quiet and romance, the man felt he now had command of the situation. "Time flies when you have good company ...It´s five o´clock now! Let´s get going. I live near here and I wouldn´t like to leave you. Let´s go to my apartment ...
"I wouldn´t go to bed with a man who was not my husband, linked to me by wedlock. If you´re thinking about sex, I would like to inform you that the angels don´t sing to the ears of those who make love without the Lord´s blessings ..."

He thought the sun was rising too fast. He was so tired, but he felt he could walk or maybe even bathe in the sea - he felt mentally tired, unable to understand things, unable to reason. The woman was in no hurry. She seemed renewed by the breaking of the day and ordered a new can of beer from the sleepy kiosk attendant.At the same time she tried to re-start the conversation. They were alone there, the first people beginning their early morning walk and a new day imposing its routine. Nobody ever saw the moment when the man finally left, whether depressed or not, revolted or not. And neither did anybody see her face, coming back home at 8 o´clock in the morning, ready for a good day´s sleep. She was a sensual, tall woman with the smile of a child and a magnificent ass ...