"So tell me about the United States," he said, rummaging through Marcos's bookshelf.

- My mother was working as a maid in a fancy hotel in Miami and I was training Muay Thai with my uncle Gil in Thailand. When I returned to Miami, I spent some time working as a cashier. Limousine cleaner. I even earned a lot,” he said as Lucia leaned on the bed next to her. – My uncle won some tournaments.

- Serious? It must have been exciting - he commented with a captive smile.

- I really enjoyed New York.

- New York? Our!

- I saw your father there.

- Same? She widened her eyes at him.

- Really was.

- How was he? Was he okay? From the last message he told me that he was doing very well and earning a lot as a secretary in an economics company.

Marcos gasped as he listened. He preferred to hide the real situation from her father. He knew the father must have said that to let his daughter know that everything was fine. He snorted.

- IT IS.

- Which is?

- And even. He was doing great.

- Why did you come back? My mother commented that her mother did not seem to be in good health.

- Your mom knows? – He said scared.

- Know what? What should my mother know?

"Nothing." He got out of bed with a taste of irritation in his mouth.

- Is your mother...

"Nothing," he countered. He took off his pants without bothering to embarrass his friend.

"Oh my god," he said, pulling back on the bed. - I'm here.

- And? We've already showered together and naked. And our mothers even think it's natural - he said going to the bathroom in his underwear.

- But we were children. Innocent children.

- How about we be innocent children again here in my bathroom - he invited.

- You being an idiot again.

- The shower is wonderful. Like you.

- Crazy.

- Lucia! – Mayara's voice sounded on the slamming of the door. The girl was taken by surprise. She jumped out of bed and tried to open the door.

-Sorry Miss Mayara, her son locked the door, kidnapped me here and I don't know where the key is.

- What a naughty boy, your mother wants to come home. Ask him to open it.

- Okay... - When she saw Marcos wet only in a towel, indicating for her to be silent.

-She'll go after mom - she yelled answering. – We're rehearsing for the high school art competition. Tell her mother there.

- OK. But don't leave her locked up there and abuse her. You don't own the girl.

- Yes - he said softly, looking dangerously at Lucia who was huffing in anger at him for putting her in this situation.

"Idiot," she gasped at him. He looked for the key but didn't find it. When he saw. Marcos had taken it and showed it in his hand like blackmail.

-Give me that key - he ordered.

- Come here to get pretty - he pressed his lips.

- I'll scream and call my mother.

- Oh, you're afraid to fight squire.

- Of course.

- So let's remember the old times - he shook the key.

- With a condition.

- Which?

"How do I sign up for Fightertube?" he almost laughed.

-That's not for you - he searched the wardrobe for an outfit.

"It's not for me, but it's for Ingridy, isn't it?" He grimaced.

- Hmm... Are you jealous?

- No, never. Why would I? His hands were sweaty cold. He bit his lips.

- Don't tease me with that mouth girl.

- What will the honorable Muay Thai fighter do?

"That's it." He took off the towel and walked towards her. Lucia covered her mouth and turned against the door covering her face.

- That's cheating.

-Well, you know, I'm a good cheater - he trapped her waist in the towel leaning it against her body.

-Stop please - she asked, embarrassed.

- Don't worry, I won't do anything. I'm not Adonis' bastard.” He released her and tried to get dressed. - You can become a squire. She turned slowly. “Get my laptop over there on the table,” she did. - Bring it here on the bed - she showed fear. “I won't do anything, I swear it.” She threw up her hands in defense. Lucia sat on the bed and opened his laptop. – I'll sign you up on Fightertube as an associate, but with another name, then you can change the password if you want.

"Fine," she said smugly. He stroked her flushed cheek.

- Does your uncle know that you...

- No, you don't even dream. And if you find out, you might even kill me for it.

- Then why do you do it? She brought his chin up with her fingers to face him. He struggled and looked away. “I have my reasons,” she typed into her laptop. - And you have to promise that...

"I promise," she confirmed before he finished. He stared at her for minutes until he felt confident in her promise. Then she turned to her laptop screen. - Ready.

- It cost. Now I'll be able to admire you throwing punches - she made movements with her fists. He smiled admiring her angry face. - There's no club address here - he said dragging the arrow across the screen.

- The address you have here is false.

- False? Okay, like your biggest fan, Ingridy's hair – she twisted her mouth as she spoke the name of her supposed rival.

"I want you to be careful with Ingridy," he warned.

- Why?

- Because that one is a bitch.

- Damn.

- Ingridy is rubbing with Adonis from time to time.

- Is that why she's a bitch?

- It's not just that. It's for worse.

- And what would it be?

These videos that are here on the site

are not posted by me. They are made by her and without my permission.” Lucia raised her eyebrows. – She convinced almost every girl in high school to apply.

- Wow!

- I'm pissed at her. If she could, she would pull her hair out.

- I'm selling. Who knows, maybe I'll do it for you.

- Oops, it would be interesting to see a hair fight.

- I have some decency and I don't hit girls. It's too much cowardice.

- That's nice. Whereas sometimes you grab me without my permission.

- I think you like it.

- I like? Stop being cocky prickly.

- Squire.

The two laughed for a few moments. Marcos released Lucia from her room. She said goodbye to Mayara and he left her in front of her house. When Lucia turned her back to enter he pulled her and kissed her. He released her. “I couldn't let you go without first having your mouth on mine.

You really are a pimply.