Chapter 1
The detective Jessica Noriega works since a few months ago as a titular detective in the Republic’s Anti-Drug Unit, which had recently been completely renovated, part of a desperate attempt by the Government to tackle one of its most difficult problems to combat and, at the same time, on of the most deadly: the cartel led by el Cubano, a well-known capo that ran the most connoted South American mafia that had long filled the streets with crime, drugs and death.
Like every woman in the sudamerican side of the world, she had to overcome a barrage of prejudices that, although she had managed to overcome with hard work and plenty effort, they persisted and struggled against her. Her parents had always expected her to be a successful nurse, a beloved and respected teacher, or they could even have accepted a bohemian artist, but they never predicted the day that Jessica, at seventeen years old and after leaving high school, met them at the family table and told them, with the voice like a thread:
- I have something to tell you
Her mother’s response was not long in coming, scared:
- Are you pregnant?
- What, pregnant ?! By God, mom, no! - Jessica replied, blushing.
The reaction of relief of its mother was a stimulus for Jessica, served to distend an atmosphere that, well it knows who it has faced with its intimate truth to its parents, is difficult to handle. She still hesitated a couple of seconds more, and then added:
- I will be a policeman - with a shy voice, still afraid of the fatherly reaction
It was the only thing she could say, and her words sounded like a sentence whose weight was falling first slowly, then vertiginously and, in its fade, the hopes of the father and mother were crumbling.
- Police?! - His father bellowed, still puzzled by the news he was trying to swallow as if it were an acid bolus.
- But Jess, daughter, being a policeman is, apart from risky, very badly seen
And it turned out that his father was right, both in regard to their safety and in the reluctance he showed towards a profession that had been constantly questioned by many cases of corruption, blackmail and even there were senior generals and colonels who, well, had wanted to renew the car, changing neighborhood and had accepted the generous help of an anonymous donor too charitable with, precisely, the high commands. So Jessica would dress, and she knew it, a uniform that had been stained by years of bad reputation, which, in her father’s opinion, would have repercussions on the purity of the surname and family lineage, humble but noble.
- I think he does not explain well ... - Jessica continued - I do not really want to be a policeman ...-
The burst of relief felt by his parents was short-lived, because after the obvious question that the mother issued:
- And then ... what do you want to be? -
The not-so-obvious answer came:
-I want to be a detective
And that was the declaration of principles that sealed the fate of Jessica. The truth is that she had been a normal teenager, with a typical family life, friends with whom she went out from time to time, and a best friend whom she loved intensely. So everyone expected from her a professional decision according to the type of life she had lived. But, as the saying goes, there are fruits that fall just a few centimeters from the tree that saw them being born and others that roll and keep rolling until unthinkable distances. Jessica was one of those traveling fruits, stimulated by a deep sense of justice, decided not only to challenge her family, but also the entire system that evidently expelled testosterone and an unmistakable masculine supremacy. On the one hand, she felt as capable as any man of carrying a weapon, of challenging crime and, finally, of conquering it. And on the other side, she also wanted to serve as an example to many other women who stayed at the edge of their dreams, afraid of the well known “what will they say?“, intensified by the opinions that fell on their shoulders like gravestones. So Jessica let herself be guided by her heart, and became, against all odds, the Apprentice of the Anti-Drug Unit of the Republic, qualifying as Detective Officer after an arduous training process in which she often felt on the verge of abandonment. Minimized and sexualized by her male and testosterone medium, on the contrary, always supported by one of the women she loved the most and then, the more she would admire in her life; by her mother. Because being a housewife was for someone like Jessica, an unglamorous job that she rejected almost with anger. But when she returned defeated by the harshness of the streets, of her superiors, of the world, it was the softness of the hands and the eyes of a mistress of the house that comforted and gave her encouragement. Jessica understood that, although her beloved mother did not develop a life of emotion and herosome, she contributed to the decency of the world with her love and integrity.
Jessica graduated from Officer Detective with honors and, although at first she told people, when they asked with shame, now she said it with security and pride: she was Detective of the Anti-drug Brigade. And she liked it, obviously she liked that kind of life, uncertain and inserted in an environment of pariahs and delinquents that could happen in a second of wanting her athletic figure, her brown eyes, her wavy hair to want to cut her throat.
Jessica liked that life. And more sure of herself, with time, she also learned that she liked the abundant breasts, the seductive eyes, the curved body. She always had the idea that feminine beauty was a kind of aesthetic ideal, the harmony of the woman’s forms, the softness of her gestures and the lines that make up the female body were, for Jessica, categorically more beautiful than the male anatomy, even though the male specimen were well turned and perfectly built. She considered execrable the genitals that, almost like a shameful appendix, hung from the pubis of man, so different from the forbidden fruit that was hidden in the crotch of the woman.
During his life he had a couple of boyfriends, those boyfriends of adolescence that most young girls boast at that age. With one of them she lost her virginity and it was not a wonderful or special encounter, it was almost like doing a favor to the desperate stallion, who, at the moment of the act, rammed a couple of times and spilled, without any kind ritual or romanticism.
On the other hand, the first time she kissed a woman was at her school’s graduation party. It was a girl who was always branded by his partners “the weird one”, so she was also harshly rejected by the rest of the teenagers, although the girl seemed not to care. She wore torn jeans, wide pullovers that did not conform to her figure and walked with a sure step, almost rudely, with her eyes radiating a fire difficult to resist. The night of her graduation, Jessica was contemplating the happy couples, predicting the breakup of that couple who danced so close but in reality it was noticeable that they did not love each other, betting on who would get pregnant, who would continue together, lamenting the hypocritical cries that always give poeple in that kind of teen farewells. When suddenly, she felt a firm but gently hand touching her arm, a kind of contact that seemed electric. It was Luna, the odd girl, the rejected one, who came over to greet her. She found this approach curious, since they were never friends. Why did she approach her?
- How strange people are ... - Luna said, whispering in her ear in the middle of the music that echoed in the ballroom.
- I think we are strange...- Jessica replied, laughing, letting herself go.
The laughter they shared became furtive caresses, the caresses became kisses and the kisses took them to the room of Luna, where they enjoyed each other until the dawn. Jessica was touched, kissed and devoured with an almost exact softness, with a brusqueness in perfect harmony. She felt empathetic to Luna, felt that her femininity and masculinity were understood, interpreted and enjoyed by the woman who made love to her that precious night, the woman who licked her muscles and announced, kiss by kiss, her arrival at the crotch.
That night, Jessica discovered her inevitable and definite attraction to women. And that same night she said goodbye to the only woman who, until today, had possessed her and allowed herself to be possessed by her and who was going away, to an exchange to some lost in the ocean island, whose name she no longer remembered.
Now Jessica was waiting for the Commander to take her to the meeting room. It was rumored that it was a big case, an important mission.
It’s just what Jessica had been waiting for since joining the Anti-Drug Squad. She was born for that...
or not?
