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The feminine soul

The feminine soul
By Marcos Loures 27/07/2006 at 20:29

The intricacies of the feminine soul.

Just arrived at the town lost in the forests of Minas Gerais.
A junior doctor, who owns the enviable twenty-five years of age, time of life when one is king and it is not clear.
He had been hired to work at the Family Health Program, work in a rural district in a little distant from the town.
In the early days, the news that a young doctor had spread across the city, stirring the heart of the marriageable girls of the place and loveseats.
Entranced with so much harassment, he began to have the pleasure of being flattered and courted by everyone in town.
Ugly was not until the contrary, but was shy. Very shy indeed.
And that prevented him from having had experiences with the opposite sex to their age and common? Social position? which had reached suddenly.
Poor family, studying with all the difficulties that are commonplace in this country of injustice, succeeded in graduating with much sacrifice from everyone, including him.
In Rio de Janeiro, while her roommates went out at night in Rio ballads, he was at home studying or taking shifts and more shifts to help pay for college.
Women? Did not have them, except one or another girlfriend, to realize that dating comes down to a cinema in the late afternoon or a soda at the door of college, went quickly? Singing in another parish?.
One of the things that the doctor's Family Health Program have to do is home visits.
Normally, in the countryside, the reality is very different from the urban doctors are accustomed to.
The simplicity and poverty are commonplace, but the reception with a coffee or the fruit of the season are frequent. Coffee with Guarapira is known as the juice in these trenches.
A cornmeal cake appears, do not know how it tasted with pleasure and true and bright.
That area was not different, which has given to our doctor, a new dimension of happiness.
In one house lived a widow with four children, two boys and two girls.
Maria Ines and Maria da Gloria, two girls are typical of the field.
The eldest, Mary Agnes, with its eighteen years was more timid, hidden on one hand that hid precocementes rotten teeth and the smile of sweet innocence.
But he called attention was Glorinha girl still in its fourteen years barely completed.
The first time he saw her, noticed she did not see it, always looking down.
The cheetah clothing torn, barely concealing her breasts and hard newborns, breasts that caught your attention ...
Barefoot, full of? Chigger?, Tungiasis diagnosed by the doctor, dirty and disheveled hair contrasted with her breasts, beautiful breasts emerging through the holes in the dress.
After the visit, the doctor returned to his work and his home.
Neither more nor remembered the girl's breasts when, a month after it was reported that he would return to that house.
Everything as before, all the same deficiencies of vitamins, the same misery, the same lack of everything, even the dirt floor, with the same mattress and dogs sharing the same space with the inhabitants of the house.
The only difference was that repairs in tattered school bag, the girl, blushing, he wore over his right shoulder ...
Little did he know that this was the only ornament she had ...

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