“Junqueira”

I lay back on the bed and lit a cigarette, blowing out the smoke and watching it disappear. I smiled and said to the woman next to me:

- Congratulations, dear, you did great once again. I'm going to transfer some money to your account so you can buy something really nice. – I smiled thinking about her husband who believed she was a saint. - I just don't know how your idiot husband doesn't suspect where your money comes from?

I looked at my lover lying naked next to me. It wasn't the first time she had given me information and done little jobs for me, we had been lovers for years and no one had ever suspected. She was deceitful and I liked that. She laughed when I asked about her husband and took the cigarette from my hand, took a drag and said:

- My husband is really an idiot. He thinks everything I buy is fake and that I wear costume jewelry. He's as stupid as Mellendez, who doesn't see what's going on right under his nose. But I don't understand how such an idiot can hav