“First of all, I want you to buy me some clothes...” I was saying and he interrupted.

“Marili, all the clothes are yours,” he said, surprising me, “you see all your things in the closet. I told you that no woman comes to my house.”

“Okay... I don't want to be locked up every weekend because one thing I'm sure is that you won't touch one of my hair, so if you want to fuck me every time, forget it.” He was angry, he didn't like what I said, but I was not interested, he would know who I was. “You choose destiny, I finish it,” I smiled, “it’s easy....