Uélton is equally embarrassed to see Josias outside. The way he's wrapped himself in the blanket doesn't quite cover him up, letting Josias see he's naked."I'm not even going to ask the classic 'Am I interrupting something' because I definitely am!" Josias comments good-naturedly."Come in, buddy!" Uélton gives space and Josias enters, "Ehr... what time is it?""It's almost six o'clock." Josias replies, "Why didn't you wait until later?"Josias looks around the living room: the two sofas are in a bizarre position, indicating that they have been pushed around because of vigorous and violent sexual activity. Books, records, and a lamp were knocked over. It looked like a WWII scene!Uélton narrows his eyes trying to locate himself. Six pm? That means they've been since... Jeez!If it weren't for Josias showing up now, they wouldn't be stopping anytime soon!"William called you to let you know that you're going to pa

A few more days passed. The next issue of Maggiezine is out with the first chapter of the female author, which came in second in the contest given by Marçal Publishing. Readers decide to check it out to see if they can find the same excellence as Isabel Freire.But, it seems that the story did not please like the first one.At Uélton's apartment, after the dropped objects have been put in place, Flávia tries to read the new story, but a frown accompanied her reading. The radio is playing "I Believe in You" by Stryper.Uélton approaches wearing a cement-stained shirt and worn jeans, heading to Elisa and Saulo's mansion whose construction began days ago. He observes his wife's displeasure."Is the radio music bad, honey?""No, it's the story." Flávia gives up reading and drops the magazine on the coffee table, "It doesn't have the same impact as your mother's story."Uélton smiles, "You're just saying

Igor is prepared to answer Josias's questions. "Josias, I know at first this might seem crazy. I didn't expect to fall in love with Stacy under the circumstances. But seeing her so desperate and unprotected... and knowing that it was my brother who caused her suffering... something inside of me says I must reward her." Josias smiles slightly, trying to help him, "Igor, remember that it's precisely because you're Marcelo's brother that Stacy might not want to date you." William, still hidden, nods frowning. Igor lost his mind? "So don't react as you've already won the contest." Josias continues to advise Igor, "If Stacy decides to date another guy, you have to let her go." "I can't let her go, she's mine!" Igor yells in disbelief. Josias's eyes widen, "But, it's exactly this unreasonable and domineering posture that Stacy doesn't want in her life anymore, Igor! Don't you realize you just sounded like Marcelo?" William sneers, sa

Stacy and Kelvin feel like they don't have time to play in a TV melodrama.Customers arrive behind William and Kelvin pushes him to speak to them not subtly, "Good morning, gentlemen! Do you have a reserved table?"Stacy holds back a laugh, offending William."What's the fun?" William questions through gritted teeth."You are the joke." Stacy composes herself, "You didn't want to forgive me after knowing what happened to me; now you don't have the right to know how my love life is going anymore.""You mean you've resumed your love life?" William asks furiously."No, but if I took it back, you'd be the last to know!" Stacy responds in the same tone.Kelvin senses danger and addresses Stacy, "Stacy, will you kindly lead these gentlemen to table 07?"Stacy takes advantage and leads the customers to get rid of William.Daryl appears across the salon, "What's going on here?"Kelvin turns to his brother, "The security c

Josias and Elza squirm with laughter at the disastrous serialized story Vernon is publishing in Maggiezine.After Josias wipes away tears of laughter, he comments, "Mom, although the first scientists started making plastic around 1800, plastic as we know it didn't come into being until the 1930s."Elza marvels at her son's intelligence. Sure enough, he learned that in the Civil Engineering course he took, "Wow, son, very well. I didn't know that, but I sure as hell can't imagine something like a plastic bowl in the 18th century. Whoever wrote this story didn't do any research.""And that bothers you?" Josias wants to get to the bottom of the matter."Yes, because your father still thinks the rest of the story is worth publishing!" Elza breaks her smile, "His colleagues say that Vernon slept with that clumsy female writer!"Josias narrows his eyes and doesn't quickly believe the rumor, "He slept with the writer and her story came in second place?"Read more