She was hot, not only because of the weather outside…
Many faces, many men came to her mind while she touched herself. It was early in the morning. She could hear her dad snoring loudly. Some early birds and a distant old rooster were greeting the dawn. The soldiers were already preparing to hoist the National Flag. She could hear them marching, saluting, and blowing their trumpets. An alarm clock went off somewhere in the big house. Maybe a housemaid or the gardener or even… She sighed, and whispered his name “Juan.”
She couldn’t help thinking of the new chauffeur. She had tried but his image always came back. “Why Juan?” she kept asking herself. She knew lots of men who were more attractive, younger, even more educated, and rich. But Juan had something they didn’t: he made her laugh, he had experience treating young ladies, and he exuded a charm and a self-confidence that she had rarely seen. She loved when he drove her to school and spoke about his mistresses, his adventures with ladies of all ages and classes, all the children he had and were scattered all around the country. There was something innocent, and at the same time obscene in those stories.
She was fantasizing now with being one of her lovers: the rich girl seducing the chauffeur. She took off the silk sheets and the transparent top of her baby-doll. She gently squeezed her big breasts. Her scars were almost gone, and she loved those new huge tits she had always dreamt of.

She saw herself going to his room at night, wearing her robe but nothing else beneath…

She saw herself knocking at his door, and she heard him asking “Who is this?”
She would reply in a whisper “Anne.”
He would almost shout in astonishment “Anne?”
She would whisper “Hush, Juan, can you open the door?”
“Give me one minute,” he would reply in a whisper.

Her fantasy went on, and on. She tried to imagine all the details as much as she could: how he would open the door, how the hinges would squeak faintly, how he would look wearing his pajamas, how he would tell her to go back to her room.“I am afraid all alone in my room,” she would say. “Can I come in just five minutes? I promise I’ll leave soon.”