Waking up after a night of partying is the worst thing in the world, the stinky smell of alcohol is perceived in the environment, the headache is considerable but nothing to worry about, putting on my best face, I look at myself in the mirror and smile, I'm terrible.

Ready and having breakfast, I wait for my friend at my house, today is the big day, Mr. Hamann will put more than his hands on me, today he would deflower me for a million and a half dollars, yes ... for a million and a half dollars, my madness is incredible.

"Tomorrow ..." Shouts my friend entering as if it was her house, actually it is. Our friendship has been going on for more than fifteen years, we have been friends since I arrived in Panama when I was only three years old.

"Mani ..." I answer the greeting.

"Ready for your rich batch?" She asks, raising her eyebrows, her expression makes me laugh. 

"I'm trying not to think about it. Are we going out again today? Mom