Different Worlds

Everywhere I go

    The next morning, I woke up to the bright sun shining through the window. I rolled over and noticed Rickson wasn't there. I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen while still in my Calvin Klein set and my red flannel. There was Rickson, making eggs and sausage. He looked at me and smiled.
"Still bootiful even in morning. Want some breakfast?"
I walked up behind him and hugged him from behind.
"Eu adoraria que!" I replied in Portuguese.
"Oh so you can speak Portuguese." Rickson smiled.
Rickson made me so happy. He treated me right, he supported me, he took care of me, everything he did was for me and I couldn't be more thankful.

The breakfast Rickson made was amazing! He wouldn't tell me his secret ingredient, but it definitely tasted a lot better than American eggs. I loved Brazil. America was the same old thing everyday. In Brazil, you never know what might happen. Some days there a thieves everywhere and other days everyone is so kind to each other. Everyone in Rio De Janeiro treats each other like family. I definitely experienced that when Rickson took me, an American stranger, into his home to let me stay. I always ask him why he did that and he replies with, "You're so bootiful and I needed to help yoo." He sure as hell knew how to make me smile.

     Because I worked at Victoria's Secret, I always got good prices on apparel and bras and undies every Friday. Rickson was so excited to see what new clothes I had, but I think he was more excited for the lace bras and underwear. Ha-ha. He would always ask what color panties I got that day.

Everywhere I went, Rickson was always by my side. We did everything together. While he was driving, I looked over at him. He was shirtless, wearing black sunglasses and the wind was blowing his hair back. I couldn't help but finally decide, I was falling in love.