Las Violaciones

Son procesos por el cual se tiene relaciones sexuales a la fuerza.
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mjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjTranscurrieron muchos meses desde la muerte de Charlie Jones en aquel volcán peruano.
En aquellos meses reflexioné de como mi viejo amigo, de ser alguien sarcástico, se volvió discreto.
Todavía recuerdo como pasó esto:
Era una mañana nebulosa y Charlie venía de su oficina -Rodrick, ya está listo el desayuno?- Dijo “Charles”, quería su desayunofavorito el cual era: Dos rebanadas de pan de molde, un jamón, zarsa criolla, mostaza y para beber un té de jazmín. -El pan está mojado y es casi hora de almorzar- dije con sarcasmo. Salimos al barrio chino y fuimos al restaurante más cercano. El mozo, TaiShun, nos asignó una mesa y ,justo cuando nos iba a tomar la orden, una bala traspasó la ventana. Eran los nazis patrullando por esa zona.Volteamos la mesa para cubrirnos pero para TaiShun ya era demasiado tarde porque una bala le perforó las pantorrillas y cayó al suelo. Fué en ese instante que salimos corriendo. Los nazis nos seguían hasta que llegamos a un callejón y, por las escaleras de incendios, nos colamos hasta la azotea. -Algo me calló en la pierna!- Exclamó Charlie. Era una botella rota de esos callejones. Cuando logré subira Charlie hasta la azotea lo dejé reposando mientras que bajé a ver si ya se había ido la patrulla. No había nadie en esa calle, solo un tenebroso silencio. Al llegar a casa, su madre le preparó una especie de jarabe casero ya que habían muy escasas farmacias. Al despertar, lo primero que hicimos fue ver las elecciones de los nuevos presidentes reublicanos. -Nooo- gritamos al enterarnos del nuevopresidente, Adolf Hitler. La señora Jones, madre de Charlie, nos explicó como era el nuevo presidente en la escuela ya que ella estudió con él. Fuímos a rezar a la iglesia del sacerdote Morgan, un detective retirado amigo de la familia. El decía que Adolf Hitler era una persona mala y racista. Al salir de la iglesia, junto al sacerdote Morgan, nos encontramos con uno de los mejores amigos deCharlie: Francisco Martini. Nos invitó a su mansión en las afueras de Berlín, ahí pasamos la noche junto a la familia Martini. Dicha familia era conformada por: Francisco, Kassandra su esposa, Michael su hijo y Angélica su linda poodle. Mientras tanto en el cuartel general nazi, Adolf Hitler tenía un “segundo al mando”, un científico muy inteligente de corazón frío llamado Alexander Stein, él...