The Berondong Boss Reserve
Medical Letters

Latina pulled her hand back. Obviously it made Dean angry because what he wanted was not fulfilled. However, before that happened, Latina draped her arms around the young man's neck, then landed a kiss on the lips.

"Darling, I actually want to talk to you about something."

"I've unbuttoned my shirt, Latina. I was desirous. You're even asking me to talk again."

"I'm sick, Dean." Latina took off her embrace.

"What pain do you have?" Dean examined the woman's body, then pressed the back of the hand against Latina's forehead. "You're fine."

"The problem is my stomach."

"You have a stomachache?"

"It's not. Every time we get in touch, I feel pain. I checked, but I haven't told you yet. The doctor said, I can't have a husband and wife relationship for two months."

"Two months?" Dean was shocked to hear that. It's a pretty long distance. "You lied to me, right?"

"What am I lying to? I can show you the medical papers. You wait here, let me show you."

"no need. We'll just go straight to the hospital then."

It was unexpected for Latina that Dean was so smart. He's not easy to fool.

"It's still morning. Come on, let's go to the hospital."

"The thing is, you did it really rough on me, and the doctor said it was good. Why don't you trust me?" Latina welds.

"Show me the letter."

"We go inside. You haven't had breakfast, have you? I'll prepare a meal for you."

Dean nodded. I don't know why he always obeyed Latina. Because of their age? That's why there's a sense of respect from Dean himself.

"You have breakfast first." Latina readies food for Dean. Fortunately, there is still leftover from the menu that he made.

"You're not accompanying me?"

Latina laughed a little. "Don't spoil. Wait here for a second. I brought my examination papers first."

Dean nodded. Let Latina step into her bedroom. Is this mistress really sick? Dean couldn't believe it at all. Yes, this Latina is very difficult to guess. That woman might have fooled him.

"Darling!"

Good thing Dean didn't choke on the roasted sausage. In the midst of the pleasure of eating food, Latina called out to him.

"This is the letter." Latina shows a white envelope.

Dean gulped down the orange juice Latina had prepared first, then he picked up the letter. "What do you actually hurt, anyway? I'm so worried."

"Read it."

Dean's forehead wrinkled to find the result. Latina was told to keep themselves from having sex too often. If you want, there must be a way and done slowly.

"Here, we can still get in touch" Dean said.

"Indeed. But, it shouldn't be too often."

Dean noticed this stash of his stature. "You pregnant?"

Latina jerks. "Pregnant how? I don't want to get pregnant with your son."

"Goodoo. Take care of yourself and don't get pregnant. You know, right, your status?"

"No need to explain. I don't want to conceive the child of a man who bought me."

Dean got up from his seat. He put his hand on the woman's neck. Dean approached, and Latina resigned herself. The two put their lips together.

"Three times a week" said Dean, after he pulled his lips.

"One time a week."

"I'll be gone a lot, honey. Come on, so my mistress and just get a divorce from Jason."

Latina smile. "If you help me, then I'll be yours."

"You're serious, right?"

"I'm very serious."

TB