42 - Fred

Becca got up from the couch leaning one hand on her waist, waiting for me to turn on my home theater. Standing up, I used my iPod on top of the light wood shelf where it housed the stereo and turned on the music.

The first song to be played was Toxic, so I remembered who had put it on my iPod. Another one of the bad things I would like to erase from my life. And another one of the secrets I hadn't mentioned to Becca.

"I like this one. "She protested, preventing me from stopping the music. "Sit down, Friederich." She said in an authoritarian way, with a smile on his face.

I sat down again on the couch, taking another sip in my water, watching her do the same, leaving the glass on the coffee table. The song restarted again, and she was willing to dance in her rhythm.

His arms climbed to the top of his head in rotating mode, while his hips imitated the same movement. His steps became cautious and seductive, he felt all the malice around us. She had opened her legs around my left leg, swi