lt;pgt;American pros

Martin grumbled and shifted to the other side, the damaged foam pad sunken into a crater, soft as one of Dani's giant balloons, cradling his most vulnerable areas.,Elena stood tall, her bleached-blonde hoodie stretched to comical heights: "Good. Get a job. I don't want to feed you slackers another week. I have two little kids to raise, and can't afford to keep you.",This reminded Martin, he searched his memory, sadly discovering that he was not as simple as a pauper.。