Too lazy to love

LS Morgan

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Juliana Fuentes

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Too lazy to love, , 1st edition,

Independently publication – 2023/

Tale

Brazilian literature

Erotic romance

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Laziness

Too lazy to love

SYNOPSIS: George Kolp is too lazy to love, he don’t want to emotionally involve with any woman, but it seems that his bachelorhood and his convictions will collide together with his desires when he meets the beautiful Juliana Fuentes.

— Erotic tales from the Sins Series —

Juliana Fuentes received the mail with her hands full of grease. The dark stains on the white paper didn’t stopped her to read the cruel verdict: the bank was taking her house. She would be homeless and without a place to work, because in front of her house was where she would improvise her automobile repair workshop. Fuentes always were very cautious with her finances and never went beyond her expenses, she even had a saving, but all was gone when her mother needed an emergency surgery to treat a heart disease. The hospital bill came and she saw herself undoing her savings and making a new mortgage of her house. Today, a year after her mother passed away, the non expecting spending effects began to add up in a way that she never envisioned what would become her own bankruptcy.

George Kolp was regretting of letting his driver to make this course to New Jersey. It happens that his head was full and he believed that a route from New York to the nearest town would be a great opportunity to unwind.

The truth was that nothing that he did would make his mind go quiet. He didn’t wanted to go to that funeral. His father’s funeral. He wasn’t going because of him, but because of his mother.

His sire was never a man given to affections and created him with the perfect detachment for a cold and loveless coexistence.

Paul Kolp got closer to his son only to scold or to claim academic and sporting excellence. George met with the obligations and brought all medals, trophies, and merit certificates, willing to please his father that in the end only muttered with “it’s no more than your responsibility.” One day he just stopped trying to get a loving or positive answer from his father and he kept living his own life. That’s why when he passed Stanford’s bar he grabbed his stuff and left without looking back. Now twenty years later after he left, there was only a bitterness of the resentment.

Juliana went to the back of her repair workshop and sat on the chair with the ripped lining, put the hands on her head and cried.

It was an accumulated cry from everything that she was holding inside her. Cried not only because she was losing her house as a workplace, but also cried because of her mother’s death and the absence of her father that was long gone. Her life went to different ways that she hadn’t planned. She would like to have studied engineering, but she was stuck working in her workshop which belonged to her father and that taught her a lot of things.

Juliana enjoyed dealing with vehicles. Fix, taking care and mainly tuning. What would she do now? Close her workshop, fire her employees and go to where? Maybe seek a job in another repair workshop, she thought with sadness.

The truth was that she was 25 years old and she wasn’t prepared to such a change in her life. Looked to the rosary her mother gave to her which was hanging on the wall and prayed mentally to Our Lady to keep and give her an opportunity, a light in the end of the dark and hopeless tunnel.

George stopped the car on the side of the road as soon ass he saw the smoke coming out of his front hood.

— Shit! - he swore to himself.

He just called insurance and the tow truck when a police car stopped right behind him. He left his vehicle and asked:

— Is everything okay in here?

— Good morning, officer. It looks like my car overheated.

— I’ll call a winch for you, then.

— No need. I already did.

— Right. You cant take it to Fuentes repair workshop, it’s on the next exit, 1.2 miles from here.

— Thank you, sir. I’ll considerate.

The officer went to his car, started the car and left. It didn’t took too long for the tow truck to arrive. He considered taking his vehicle to an authorized dealer, but thought if the so called Fuentes workshop would be easier to deal with. Maybe was the case of solving that problem that same morning. This way he oriented the tow truck driver to take him there.

—Hi! Can I get some service?

Juliana forgot for a moment that she fired her employees and now she was all by herself there. She pushed with her feet the cart that was supporting her back and slid under the Ford.

— Hey! Good morning — she spoke as soon as she saw the tall and well dressed man right in front of her.

She stood from the ground, put the wrench in her back pocket and while she cleaned her hands with a cloth equally dirty, she spoke:

— What can I help you with?

— My car overheated, can you guys fix it for me? Can I authorize the tow truck to pick up the car?

— Overheated? Mmmm. Sure. I can take a look. Ask to low it down.

She saw the car getting picked up and put in front of her workshop.

— Y-you gonna take a look? — he asked.

Juliana didn’t care with the question, she was used to men suspecting of her professional ability.

— Yeah it’s me. I’m the owner and the workshop mechanic. Do you want me to take a look or not?

— Sure. Forgive me.

She opened the car door, unlocked the vehicle’s hood and lifted it up.

George was looking her touching various places and looking to some others. After a while said:

— Spark plug wires. You need to change it.

— Does that takes too long?

— No, but I will need parts that I don’t have here. They will arrive at noon.

— How much will cost it all?

Juliana didn’t answered, walked inside her workshop, to the little office, grabbed a budget notebook and wrote in it, highlighting something and giving to George that was by her side.

— Right. It’s okay, for me. But I would like the car to be delivered when it’s ready. I can pay an extra for the deliver.

— Where are you located?

— Here in town.

— No need for an extra then, I can deliver without an addition.

— No problem. Sorry for my question before. I’m not used to see female mechanics.

— It’s fine. I learned a lot with my father and then I went to study to improve myself.

— Do you like it?

— Well, it’s better than being a waitress in Hooters.

George smiled, because he knew that she was being ironic, after all, that woman in front of her, under all that grease dirt and also that old jeans jumpsuit, large and stained, even though she was very pretty, it wasn’t the type of woman that Hooters used to hire. After all, her measures were large and were part of a large body of a beautiful fat woman.

— And you? What do you do for living?

— Can you guess?

— Mmmm… In a suit, driving a Mercedes, some kind of a business big shot.

— Define “business big shot”.

— Ah, I don’t know. Someone who stays behind a solid wood table, running a big company and giving orders to everyone.

George just smiled.

— I’m a computer engineer and I opened my own company. I’m in the market for a long time now, but in my company there’s no solid wood table, I think the style of the tables there are more… modern.

— Computer engineer? Interesting. I thought that this belonged only to younger people.

— Hey. I’m not part of the “young folks” anymore?

— Sorry to say but after thirty you cannot be. And way passed the thirty, right?

— Thirty eight.

— You’re in a good position. You’re not on the young folks team nor the old ones.

George smiled and nodded.

— Do you like what you do? — Juliana asked.

— Well, it’s better than