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O felt increasingly uncomfortable at Humberto’s estate. When she left the house, she was sure that the man called Juan was lurking around. She saw him several times. Each time he would grin at O, tip his hat and say, Good Morning, Senorita.” She thought about saying something to Humberto but decided not to. One day Humberto said to O, “If you would like to go into Rio, I can send Rodrigo and a couple of his men to escort you.” O declined.
And then there was Yasmin. On several occasions, O’s sleep was interrupted by Yasmin who would come over from the bedroom she shared with Humberto, creep into O’s room, get in bed with O and begin kissing and fondling her. One night, as O was sleeping soundly – a rarity for O who usually was plagued by vivid dreams or nightmares- she was awakened by Yasmin’s hands roughly spreading O’s thighs. Before she was fully awake, Yasmin’s mouth was on O’s sex with her tongue probing into O’s vulva. As Yasmin’s tongue swirled around O’s clitoris, Yasmin ran one of her hands up O’s flat belly to her breasts and clamped onto a nipple. As O gave way to orgasm, that hand roughly pinched and pulled on O’s nipple while the index finger of the other hand plunged into O’s anus. O cried out, and in the bedroom on the other side of the big house, Humberto watched on the closed-circuit camera.
O received a pro forma letter from her mother, Ségolène, saying that the family was considering moving to Marseilles, but didn’t have an apartment there. Then Ségolène went on to write about her latest ‘man,’ but there was nothing from O’s grandmother. O would have liked to return to Paris before her family moved, but she didn’t have the money for the flight. And her mother certainly didn’t.
Then O got a letter from her great aunt Pauline. It read: “O, I saw your letter that said you and your friends were staying with Humberto H. I think you should know that he and your grandmother were lovers once. It was in the late 1960’s when your grandmother was working in the periphery of the French film industry. She was ‘dating’ several men at the time, and Humberto was one of them. He wanted your grandmother to marry him, but she refused. Heartbroken, he emigrated to Brazil. She never heard from him again. But, O, one thing she didn’t tell Humberto was that she was pregnant when he asked her to marry. She never confided in me who the father was. Your mother, Ségolène, could be the daughter of Humberto, which would make you his granddaughter. I thought you should know.”
