He commands, I obey.

In the paths of life we sometimes find ourselves in some very peculiar situations, right? Sometimes we even think that the best thing would be to avoid them because deep down we know that things can get out of control and we can end up getting hurt or taking risks. I learned this early and I know that a lot of things are not so simple to achieve. I joke that one way to always be safe is to always be alone. But there are places where you have to take a risk even for a natural reason. You can't take a higher education alone and without help or work without help, for example, you have to take a risk to trust someone. And so, in college, I met Alberto. He was 48 years old, he had a mysterious face and was of few words. When he showed himself in the classroom he always showed an unusual knowledge, an assertive wisdom and that caught my attention. He must have been two meters tall, fat belly of chop, separated and who had worked for a long time in brazilian services, brown skin, male ogre manner. He was not communicative and not popular. I was afraid of him. We started to create a synchronicity because of the activities in college. We formed a duo and we were always focused on reading and studying, some of my friends said that I was crazy. But they answered with very high marks of both of us. He didn't talk much about his life to me on those occasions and I tried to copy him in that. But there are days that we want to be more than just a classmate and the mystery around him made me think about him all the time. I let go and talked to him more about my difficulties, the school days and he was always a good listener, but always about him. I tried to talk more to show that he trusted him, but he didn't comment much about him. One break, when I was in the cafeteria looking for a snack, I saw a couple fighting and the wife threw a refri in the boyfriend's face cursing him of everything that is a name. He was ashamed but did not react. I noticed that Alberto also saw the scene and then looked at me. We did not talk about it, but the next day, going towards the room I saw the couple together as if nothing had happened and the man all loving with the woman who humiliated him and I found it funny because I found him very submissive and as he had had a lance with a guy so I found the woman full of attitude and even winked approvingly. After a few meters she heard a whisper from Alberto passing by me indicating that she saw everything and my reaction: "So you like to humiliate men, too, you never told me that, but it's good to know", he said. I was super unfunny because I saw that he didn't like anything. During the day and then the week, he didn't do a double with me and I got a little upset. I felt judged by him himself without him saying anything or reacting differently and one day I decided to talk to him about it alone. - Hi Alberto, how are you? - How are you? - What's the matter with you? - What was what? - We've never done a double again, do you want more? I'm not loose, and you seem to get along better with these guys. That he wasn't lax, I knew all along, but that means he was interested in me, or he wouldn't have made all this drama, and I was a little happy to hear that, and it motivated me to want to explain myself. I've been with a submissive man, and I thought it was cool, but that doesn't mean I like it. He was silent, but his look showed surprise when I spoke about submission. - I didn't know you had a thing for me. He laughed and then said: - You're intelligent, you're a great company, but you don't notice details, right? Do you really think that we would talk so much with a woman just to play conversation off? Except that he saw me watching you over and over again in the room and never seemed to notice the real interest. I even called to do research together in my house and you nothing. I took out that you were not in tune with me and so we continued to study. But you also did not unclutter, talked a lot and spends most of the time with me than with your friends. When I saw your reaction to the frog there, I realized that you were after the face. As I am not like that, I pulled out. That's all. It seems that it is not a woman. Worse than everything he had said was true. I could see that he was looking at me, but I didn't make it clear to him that I noticed. He called me to his house for work on an invitation that was not good to study (it was a group and only I had been invited). It was easy to understand his reaction. At the same time, a loud alarm sounded in my mind. If he knew about my condition (described in my first story), he would either catch him or he would tell everyone. The style and profile of such a man always caused me to panic because they were extremely straight and did not even want to imagine that they spent time with a woman made by me. I find you interesting because of your mystery, but you never tell me anything about yourself, so I can't trust you very much, and I don't know what to do either. - At the end of class go to the copy machine here in front of the college I tell you more about me. I spoke vibrantly because I was finally going to know more about him. But on one condition. - What's that? - If you talk any more than you tell anyone else I won't want to see your face painted gold. - Yes. - I spoke now with fears almost thinking of avoiding going there. The class went on normally and everything went as it should. At the end of the class, curiosity made me think of nothing but going to listen to Alberto. I went to the bathroom quickly and left. He was alone at the door of the copier already closed due to the schedule. The students were still leaving, but they dispersed quickly and no one stayed there. - Hey, I came. He smiled and then said: Do you want to sit in the middle or do you want to come with me somewhere more comfortable? A chill in my spine passed through me and I was left in doubt. Staying there could be dangerous because it was already quite late and soon there would be no one there, to go with him, after this invitation in a slightly darker and more mysterious tone, allowed me to have more doubts about him. So I answered: - We'd better go somewhere more comfortable. He then left for his vehicle and I followed him. Where would he take me?