Chapter 8

The alarm goes off. Tiffany has a hard time waking up. When she opens her eyes, she feels something wet on her cheek. Oh, god. She drooled on his chest. 'Goodmorning, princess drool.' He attacks her in the early morning. She shoots up to clean it with the sleeve of her pajama. 'I'm sorry. I must have been dead tired.' She brings a wet tissue to go over it again. 'No worries.' He replies. 'You can go all the way down and dirty me.' She should have left her drool on him if she knew that he was going to say something nasty like that.

The next few days went by peacefully. Today, Tiffany wakes up early to jog. She needs to keep up her condition. With her favorite running clothes on, she goes for the door but gets stopped by Mark. 'I'm coming with you.' He says. Mark is also ready to go out for a run. 'I see.' She stares at his exposed arms. 'You like to show yourself off? Mister narcist.' Mark shakes his hand in defense. 'Of course not. I did it for you. Besides, I need to exercise too. I haven't been able to move a finger since I got injured. You also don't allow me to exercise on you. No, wait. It's supposed to be with you. Not on you. Silly me.' Tiffany swings her fist to him, and he blocks it out of reflex. 'Are you by any chance sulking? Your brain is full of sex. Just shut it and follow me so you can blow off some steam.' Mark follows her out. 'I'm not sulking.' Mark acts like a little child. Sure, whatever. Thinks Tiffany.

They are standing in the park behind the building of their house. A few others are also doing their morning exercise. Tiffany begins to stretch to warm up her body as Mark carefully watches her. She bends down to put both of her hands flat on the ground while she keeps her back straight. Mark is excited. 'You are damn flexible. I would like to try that position with you in my room for tonight.' Tiffany ignores him and moves on to the next position. But Mark does not stop. He has a comment for every single stretch-out she does. Once her body is warm enough, she begins to jog. Mark follows her from behind. 'Look at her go. Damn, she so fine.' He even whistles to her but gets ignored again.

It feels good to get up early and do body work-out. It keeps Tiffany active both physically and mentally. She decides to take 5 minutes break after jogging for 40 minutes. She faces Mark. He is breathing heavy but does not look tired at all. His stamina is on a whole new level. He looks like he can run for a day without being exhausted. There is a big difference between their strength. Tiffany is amazed by his posture.

They see a group of young people who are sparring with each other. The leader of the group comes in the eye to eye contact with Mark. He waves at them to come. 'Look who we have here.' The man says in amusement. They lock arms and greet each other. 'It's been a while. How have you been, bro?' Says Mark. 'I had my ups and downs, but I'm good now. What about you? I see that you got yourself a nice lady.' He turns to Tiffany. 'Is this impotent guy behaving himself?' Tiffany snorts out loud. 'I'm sorry. It just came out by itself. He is okay. I think.' Mark feels alienized again. 'I am not impotent, and this lady here knows it because she got to taste it last night.' He gets ignored by the two.

'The name is Seth. What about you?' He put his hand up for a shake. Tiffany accepts it. 'Tiffany.' Seth bobs his head. 'How about you join us for today?' Tiffany wants to. Seth introduces Tiffany to the group. 'Listen up, people. We have a great guy with us today. We used to go out and all. Nice guy, but we didn't click together. So I dumped him.' The crown begins to laugh. Tiffany acknowledged their relationship. 'So that other day with the young and cute boy, who stayed in his house. I thought that he was his first? I had it wrong.' Seth Looks at Tiffany with a questioning face. 'So he left me for a young boy?' He feels betrayed. Mark just laughs out loud because of the anger. 'I don't even know where to jump in, in this ridiculous conversation that's full of lies. Seth and I are colleges, and this lady here is my wife. Believe it or not.' Luckily one of the girls has recognized them. 'I know you two. The famous couple from Youtube, right!' And the rest of the group recognized the two. Mark sighs with relief.

Seth is showing the group a few moves so they can copy him. Tiffany and Mark are standing in the empty spot just behind the group. Tiffany likes group exercises. The more, the merrier. Meanwhile, Mark looks at Tiffany. Seth notices it and asks Mark to come up front to show the audience some sparring techniques. Seth waves his hand towards Mark. 'Okay, now give me a full swing with your fist.' He says while looking at Mark. Mark mocks him. 'Don't do it, old man. Let's keep it simple. I don't want to hurt you.' But Seth does not listen. He is intrusive. Mark has warned him. He gives him a full swing and stops at just an inch away from Seth's chin. Everyone stares without making a sound, and some of the guys are impressed. Seth regains back his focus and goes for Mark's wrist. He twists Mark's arm to pin it behind his back, but Mark does not let him finish his part of the sparring. He swings his leg backward to wraps it around Seth's leg. Seth stumbles to his side. His hand loosens around Mark's wrist. Mark takes this chance to turn around to face Seth. He pulls him in and gives him a headlock. 'This is a way to trick him and make him think that he is leading the fight. Should we let them see the other possibilities too? How to make a fool out of someone?' He smiles at Seth. 'What are you trying to do, kiddo?' Whispers Seth to Mark. 'Oh, nothing! Just getting you back for making me look like an idiot in front of these people.' He let go of Seth and walks back to his spot at the back. Tiffany is taken away by Mark's sudden movement. She gives him a thumbs up. But, Mark is not satisfied with just her thumb.

'Let's get out of here and grab something to eat. It's my treat.' Tiffany shakes her head. 'I want to stay longer. Just ten more minutes.' Mark gives in. The group has to team up and see if they can block a fist and attack back. Mark and Tiffany stay together. 'Should I be the one to attack first?' Says Mark. Tiffany nods. Mark throws a fist. Easy for Tiffany to block it. She grabs his wrist and kicks him against his thigh. Her attack is successful, but Mark pulls her in to embrace her. 'Try to escape now.' Tiffany cannot move an inch. She tries to use her leg again but fails. They stay like that for a few seconds until Tiffany awkwardly shifts her body. The only thing that goes through her mind is, escape no matter what. She looks up to Mark. 'Can you please let me go, Honey? It's getting too warm being in your arms. Hmm? Pretty please?' Tiffany feels his grip losing strength and duck away. She is free now. On the other hand, Mark looks like a lost sheep. His heart is beating so fast that his body is literally on fire. Everyone stops with what they are doing to look at them. Tiffany is now aware of what she has done and gets embarrassed. Mark takes her hand and pulls her along with him. He waves at Seth before they walk away. 'See ya, Seth.'

'You like to play dirty, or you are too ignorant, petty lady. Making a move like that in front of so many people. Knowing that I can't do anything but to let you go.' She is getting dragged away. 'I'm sorry. I was only thinking of escaping and nothing else. Are you okay?' She asks with concern. 'Actually, I'm not okay. We should go home and skip eating out. I don't think that I can eat comfortably in this state. It's not that I think of having sex with you all the time. But if you push me around like that. I will lose it! Understood!' Tiffany nods her head. Mark does not see it since he is leading the way, but he can feel her nod. 'Good. I'm glad that you can understand it.'

They are home. 'Do you want to take a shower first?' Mark asks Tiffany. She silently walks into the bathroom and closes the door. Mark walks into the kitchen to grab himself some cold water. He pops open the cap and gulps everything in one go. Pressing the empty bottle into a flat disk before he tosses it in the trashcan.

'Mark?' It's Tiffany's voice coming from the bathroom. Mark does not reach or turn around to look at her. He thinks that his mind is playing games with him. Again. 'Mark? Uh-hmm, can you help me?' He turns around this time. Tiffany that sticks out her head is staring in his direction. 'What do you need?' He is ready to charge in on her. But Tiffany looks uncomfortable and fretting. 'Can you bring me... My sanitary napkin out of my room?' There it goes. Mark hears a loud bang in his head. He feels depressed and looks down on the floor. 'Alright. Where can I find them?'

'It's in the bedside table. You'll see a pink pack. One pantyliner is enough. You know what it is, right?' Mark does not answer her question. He comes out with the whole pack in his hand and knocks on the door. 'I have them.' Tiffany unlocks the door and sticks out her hand. Mark passes it to her. 'Thank you. I love you!' Mark drops to his knees. 'And I love you too.' He buries his head in his hands and moans in pain. Tiffany does not hear him. She is lucky that her period has just begun. Had it started 5 minutes ago, that would be a disaster. All clean and done now. It's Mark's turn to get under the shower, while Tiffany makes something to eat before they go outside.