it’s Gabi. I’m here in LA and I’m
safe.
I wait. And wait. And wait.
The reply comes.
Gabi, is it really you? Mami and Papi have
been out of their minds with grief. We thought Cantavares must have
tracked you down and killed you before you crossed the border.
Guilt washes through me. I shouldn’t have
waited for Ben to offer. I should have asked him if I could please
contact my family. It was cruel of me to let them suffer.
Yes, it’s me. I’m sorry I didn’t contact you
sooner, but I couldn’t get to a cell phone or computer before
now.
My master’s fingers clickety-clack on his
keyboard as I wait for the next response, and I glance over to see
what he’s doing. He gazes intently at the screen as his fingers fly
across the keys. From this distance, I can’t make out the letters,
but I’m guessing I wouldn’t understand it anyway as there appear to
be lots of slashes and semi-colons and ampersands.
The dinging sound the computer makes when a
message is received draws my attention back to the screen.
Why not? There must be Internet cafés
everywhere. Are you sure you’re all right and not in any
trouble?
I’m sure, hermano.
I start to add that I’m a live-in maid,
cleaning a wealthy man’s house, but then I backspace over it and
send only the one sentence. Anything more will invite questions I
don’t want to answer. Like why my employer doesn’t pay me enough so
I can buy a cell phone. Like how it is I haven’t had a day off in
weeks where I could have gone to an Internet café and sent an email
to my parents to let them know I’m all right.
I need to talk to you. Mami and Papi will
want to talk to you. Is there a number I can call you at?
No. Not right now. Maybe soon.
Ugh, I know I’m lying. If I talk to Luis or
my parents or either of my other siblings, they’ll know I’m
keeping something from them. They’ll ask questions until they pry
the whole story out of me.
I glance at my master again. He’s staring at
the computer screen now, lost in thought. My heart swells with
conflicting emotions. I shouldn’t be ashamed of what we have
together. But when it comes to my family, I am.
Blinking back tears, I type a final message
to my brother.
I have to go now. Give Mami and Papi and
everyone my love and tell them I’m fine and happy.
I close the IM program and rest my head
against the back of the chair, trying to get a grip on myself
before I alert my master that I’m done.
Suddenly, a chirping sound issues from my
master’s computer.
“Damn it,” he mutters. He clicks on a box
that’s popped up on the screen over whatever it is he’s been
studying for the past few minutes and a new window displays. Even
from several feet away, I can see that the window contains a video
feed and whose face is on the screen.
The President of the United States.
“Sorry to bother you at this time of day,
Ben,” the President says, “but one of my aides noticed you were
online, and we’ve got a quick question about that program you
installed for us.”
My master works for the White House? I knew
he did projects for rich and important people. I had no idea how rich and important.
I’m so dumbfounded, I’m not even listening to
their conversation. The familiar cadences of the voice of the
world’s most famous leader and those of my master are all that can
penetrate my haze of amazement.
Which is why I almost don’t notice that my
master’s finger is crooked, beckoning me to him. As soon as I
realize he wants me to come to him, I immediately rise from my
chair and cross the floor as quietly as I can, being careful to
stay out of range of the tiny camera propped atop the computer
monitor. I’m not certain, but I suspect this video call works in
both directions.
As I reach the side of his chair, I realize
he’s been unzipping his jeans while carrying on his conversation.
He slips his partially erect cock from his pants and gestures with
it in my direction.
My pussy floods with desire
safe.
I wait. And wait. And wait.
The reply comes.
Gabi, is it really you? Mami and Papi have
been out of their minds with grief. We thought Cantavares must have
tracked you down and killed you before you crossed the border.
Guilt washes through me. I shouldn’t have
waited for Ben to offer. I should have asked him if I could please
contact my family. It was cruel of me to let them suffer.
Yes, it’s me. I’m sorry I didn’t contact you
sooner, but I couldn’t get to a cell phone or computer before
now.
My master’s fingers clickety-clack on his
keyboard as I wait for the next response, and I glance over to see
what he’s doing. He gazes intently at the screen as his fingers fly
across the keys. From this distance, I can’t make out the letters,
but I’m guessing I wouldn’t understand it anyway as there appear to
be lots of slashes and semi-colons and ampersands.
The dinging sound the computer makes when a
message is received draws my attention back to the screen.
Why not? There must be Internet cafés
everywhere. Are you sure you’re all right and not in any
trouble?
I’m sure, hermano.
I start to add that I’m a live-in maid,
cleaning a wealthy man’s house, but then I backspace over it and
send only the one sentence. Anything more will invite questions I
don’t want to answer. Like why my employer doesn’t pay me enough so
I can buy a cell phone. Like how it is I haven’t had a day off in
weeks where I could have gone to an Internet café and sent an email
to my parents to let them know I’m all right.
I need to talk to you. Mami and Papi will
want to talk to you. Is there a number I can call you at?
No. Not right now. Maybe soon.
Ugh, I know I’m lying. If I talk to Luis or
my parents or either of my other siblings, they’ll know I’m
keeping something from them. They’ll ask questions until they pry
the whole story out of me.
I glance at my master again. He’s staring at
the computer screen now, lost in thought. My heart swells with
conflicting emotions. I shouldn’t be ashamed of what we have
together. But when it comes to my family, I am.
Blinking back tears, I type a final message
to my brother.
I have to go now. Give Mami and Papi and
everyone my love and tell them I’m fine and happy.
I close the IM program and rest my head
against the back of the chair, trying to get a grip on myself
before I alert my master that I’m done.
Suddenly, a chirping sound issues from my
master’s computer.
“Damn it,” he mutters. He clicks on a box
that’s popped up on the screen over whatever it is he’s been
studying for the past few minutes and a new window displays. Even
from several feet away, I can see that the window contains a video
feed and whose face is on the screen.
The President of the United States.
“Sorry to bother you at this time of day,
Ben,” the President says, “but one of my aides noticed you were
online, and we’ve got a quick question about that program you
installed for us.”
My master works for the White House? I knew
he did projects for rich and important people. I had no idea how rich and important.
I’m so dumbfounded, I’m not even listening to
their conversation. The familiar cadences of the voice of the
world’s most famous leader and those of my master are all that can
penetrate my haze of amazement.
Which is why I almost don’t notice that my
master’s finger is crooked, beckoning me to him. As soon as I
realize he wants me to come to him, I immediately rise from my
chair and cross the floor as quietly as I can, being careful to
stay out of range of the tiny camera propped atop the computer
monitor. I’m not certain, but I suspect this video call works in
both directions.
As I reach the side of his chair, I realize
he’s been unzipping his jeans while carrying on his conversation.
He slips his partially erect cock from his pants and gestures with
it in my direction.
My pussy floods with desire
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