Louisiana Hurricane Love &revenge

Louisiana Hurricane Love and Revenge

First chapter .The farm

My name is Meg, an age girl, twenty-two years old, I work as a maid in the farm of Mr. Dallas, the rich man who owns a large company and three factories, I work for Mr. Dallas a year and a half ago, I have been living in Mexico with my aunt Maria before I come here to New Orleans after the death of my aunt

After the death of my aunt, I attended to New Orleans, where my mother Caroline works on the farm of Mr. Dallas, my mother, who exceeded fifty, was keen to complete my education in Mexico and this is the reason why I lived with my aunt Maria for a great time.Anyway, I came to New Orleans to the United States of America and all hope for a new life

My life in the past was not a happy life, it was a model of despair and sadness, my father was in love with alcohol and did not know the way to work, he was treating my mother with all cruelty and violence until he forced her to escape to the United States of America to work as a maid in the farm of Mr. Dallas.my father went crazy after my mother's escape and Aunt Maria attended and took me live with her, my age was then eighteen years oldA short while later, the news came that my father entered prison for a murder, my mother would send money every period so that she could spend on my studies and stay at Aunt Maria, and that was all my life, my aunt Maria used to live alone, Aunt Maria was not married even though she was ten years younger than my mother and she was very beautiful but she went through a love story, which made her hate men and never think about marriageI spent with aunt Maria about four years these years were not the best years of my life, but they were better than before, my aunt loved me very afraid of me very much, she was preventing me from establishing any relationships with boys and young people in high school. She always warned me of treachery and betrayal and always told me the man sees the woman as a commodity no more. It may be a cheap commodity and may be precious but it remains a commodity

At first I was not understanding much of my aunt's words, but day after day I started to understand all my aunt ,I understand her looks ,her laugh ,her voice when she is happy and when she is sad .she told me about the big love story that lasted seven years when she was working in a food factory and she was adoring Marco her boyfriend at workShe loved him madly, Marco was all her life, she was with him in the factory and she used to go with him to his house every day she gave him all her life, all her money and all her bodyShe lived with him the most beautiful days of her life, she dreamed of the day when Marco was her husband, but after years of crazy love and one day she went to Marco as usual who welcomed her and gave her wine until she lost consciousness and woke up on the bed naked and three men we had sex with her very violently .and took laughing at her and then learned that Marco ran away with the daughter of the factory partner to Italy and gave her a gift to friends until they had sex with herMy aunt Maria was very beautiful, some were even calling her Miss Mexico, but this shock made her hate the other sex and consider him the real enemy of the woman.My aunt was telling me and she remembers the painful memories she had and cries very crying.I understood my aunt's intense desire to stay away from men, he was my father and his bad treatment for my mother and what happened with my aunt Maria, a picture I always see in front of meI went to high school in Mexico and I carry a strong hatred for men, I used to hate all young colleagues and I did not like teachers from men, and one day we were waiting for Mrs. Katie, the teacher of the English language, so a very handsome young man walked in on us, eager for strength, young, burly, he is Mr. Raymond, who attended instead of Miss KatieHe was very handsome ,he explained to us a lot but we didn't understand anything it was all the girls focused on his face, body and movementsOn this day I returned from school and I did not stop thinking about Mr. Raymond and compare him to my father or Marco, who betrayed my aunt and cheated on her and say not all men can be of the same kind, there must be a differenceAnd at night I found myself dreaming about him and caressing myself and imagining him caressing me.