Possible Loves Page #4

saying:
'pretty kinky, sir'.

Sorry, but I never went

in much for hard-core stuff.

You think I do?

You think I still like

Julia's weird stuff?

Sometimes I wonder whether

I'm losing my mind.

That's funny, I thought you said

she was your 'soul-mate'?

She should be. Maybe I answered

that questionnaire all wrong.

But I thought you liked her,

didn't you have divine sex?

That's the main thing, man. That

soul stuff is God's business.

Passion is the main thing.

Maybe you're right.

So, why waste time

finding what's wrong with her?

One would say you

like to suffer.

That's it. You're a masochist

and she's a sadist.

See, you were

made for each other.

Hi, mom.

Want a ride?

- Where did you get that car?

- It belonged to my grandfather.

I installed a CD player.

Let's go?

It never happened to me before,

no one ever let me use handcuffs.

- Sure was dumb of me.

- I thought it was brilliant...

it was an act of trust,

of surrender...

a proof of love.

A boundless and shameless love.

Any doubts I had whether you're

the man of my life have vanished...

you have conquered me,

you won.

- You're out of this world.

- Let's drink to that.

- No worms?

- Hell no, I got some great wine.

You're so handsome.

Kiss me.

If you like, you can

handcuff me next time.

I don't need handcuffs

to tie you down.

Going on a trip?

Why didn't you ask me to pack for

you, you always forget something.

I only found out at the last minute,

there wasn't time to let you know.

Going to be away long?

- No, a week or two, at the most.

- That long?

But I'll call you the minute

I get to the hotel.

All right.

Have a good trip.

This whole thing is

eating me up...

I never thought I'd have

the courage to move out.

Do you have a place

to go?

- Got a spare room?

- No, we're full up.

But you can stay

in mine if you like.

Sorry, my religion only

allows me one sin a day...

and today's is drink.

So let's make a deal.

If you promise to behave...

- I'll let you stay the night.

- I promise to misbehave terribly...

and then I'll go to a hotel.

Hi Ethel, I loved your

e-mail and am delighted...

they want to publish my work.

But regarding...

the invitation to put on an exhibition,

I'm afraid the answer's no.

It came at the wrong moment.

I'm making amends with my past, and

reviewing the priorities in my life.

I met an old boyfriend and what

we're going through is heaven.

The classifieds.

- I'm looking for a place to live.

- Things are getting serious.

- I moved out.

- Did you tell Maria?

Not exactly...

I left, but said

I was going on a trip.

And what did you

tell Julia?

- I told her I'd left my wife.

- You bastard.

- No wonder you're a good lawyer.

- Just for a while, until...

- I'm sure of what I'm doing.

- Aren't you in love with Julia?

Of course I am...

but I couldn't face

telling Maria, so I'm in doubt.

You still like her.

- I think it's guilt.

- You like her.

I'm not sure, Pedro.

I know it's lousy saying

something like this,

but I've grown

accustomed to her.

She knows what I like, I know

what she likes, we get along.

What a great couple.

A shining example!

Don't tease, come up with

something, I need help here!

Don't try dragging me

into this mess of yours...

I'm your partner,

not your accomplice.

Where's Pedro,

isn't he coming with us?

- No.

- Hi, Carlos.

Pedro's playing soccer.

So can mom come with us?

I'm not sure she'd want to.

- Wouldn't I be in the way?

- Course not.

All right, I'll just

change, be right back.

- He's grown.

- Yeah, sometimes it scares me.

- You could have another kid.

- You too.

Gays can't have kids.

Cats, at the most...

but I hate cats.

Remember when he was a baby?

The prettiest baby in the world.

And all the photos we took of him?

And then showed them to...

our friends, hundreds of them,

all identical.

We must have

been unbearable.

Here, keep this photo.

No, Julia,

I have others.

But this one's

special, Carlos.

This photo is of

our last day together.

Our last photo.

Doesn't look as if things

were as bad as all that.

I've thought that,

plenty of times.

This photo's

become an enigma...

I lay awake at night

trying to figure it out.

It's only a photo.

It's us.

Lucas!

- Here's the athlete.

- I've had it.

Soccer is for kids...

at my age I should

be a commentator.

Get up, you're filthy.

When I went out this

seat was still mine.

- Is there anyone else?

- Lucas is going to stay the night.

Well, well, well...

I turn my back for a minute

and you put someone in my place!

Hi, Pedro.

- All right?

- Yeah.

Are you wearing pajamas?

We went out and he asked to eat

here, sleep here, the works.

- And his mother let him?

- She was with us.

That's great.

I'll take a shower.

Won't you have

supper with us?

No, I think I'll go and take

a bunch of sleeping pills.

What's wrong with Pedro?

He's just kidding.

Don't worry, let's eat.

F9.

You got my aircraft carrier.

H2.

Water!

F11.

Water!

Damn, S4.

S or F?

S for sh*t, 4!

That's it, I don't want to play

anymore, I've got work to do.

- It's only a game.

- I don't feel like it.

What's up?

You know...

we're getting to that dangerous

phase in our relationship:

Intimacy.

I'm hopeless at

day-to-day things.

And to top everything...

there's this dinner

with your mother.

We can cancel if you like, I'll

make up some excuse, no problem.

No, don't bother.

I'll go.

But only because

I really adore you.

I don't know what's happened,

mom, it was all set up.

Women often arrive late, son,

but this is going a bit far.

But it's the first dinner

with her mother-in-law...

and what a mother-in-law,

right mom?

I think she's scared.

Deep down, she

knows no woman...

can look after you

as well as I do.

Julia's fantastic, you'll see.

Excuse me...

have you chosen?

I won't have anything,

I've lost my appetite.

No, nothing for me.

Just the bill.

Sorry I'm late.

Julia.

- Is this your Julia?

- That's me, Dona Sonia!

We were just leaving...

but now you're here,

I guess we can eat.

Yes, great idea, mom.

- Bring me a double tequila.

- Certainly, miss.

Julia...

hadn't you better

eat something first?

- Your tequila, miss.

- Thanks.

Mom...

Julia...

Yes!

- That computer of yours made a mistake.

- What?

No, Julia, you can't

smoke in here.

Excuse me, miss, but

this is a non-smoking area.

No, you don't understand.

I am sorry, but you see

this cute thing here...

I'm crazy about him...

I love him, and

I'm meeting his mother...

she simply has to approve

of me.

Julia!

Now look what happened.

I'm so nervous...

she'll think I'm drunk,

and I must smoke--

Excuse me, I'll just

fetch the head waiter.

- Has he head waiter a mother?

- What the hell... ?

I've had enough.

What got into you, Julia?

Why the scandal?

I already told you, I got

nervous with that mom's stuff...

so I had a few hits to calm

down, but it didn't work.

So I took a few pills, and they

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