Izzy laughed at my last remark.

“What?” I questioned her, “I do listen. Plus he’s really really cute.”

“You are crazy, menina. All you Kiwis are crazy,” Izzy replied.

“Hey!” I defended, “Just because I’m from New Zealand does not automatically make me crazy.”

“Um, yes it does,” Izzy said with a laugh. We had completely forgotten about Pierre standing outside, and were now fooling about, pushing each other like two children. Izzy shoved me as I tried to crawl away and I was instantly exposed, my pantied bottom waving in front of the window.

“Oh my god,” I said, falling flat to the floor, “I think he saw my bum.”

“Who cares?” Izzy laughed, “He thinks we’re lesbians anyway.” Izzy crawled up to the window and shouted loudly for Pierre to hear.

“My friend here thinks you’re hot! Yummy yummy! Delicioso!”

I shrieked, “Isabella, shut up! I’m going to kick your Brazillian bum!” We ended up tumbling around the bathroom, and by the time we were done, Pierre was gone.