With some resignation, your Aunt Laura directs you to Marisa's room downstairs.
As you descend into the basement you notice that instead of typical bare cement or carpet, there are wrestling mats all over the floor and it looks like Marisa had the run of the entire basement with the exception of a deep freezer and a laundry room at the base of the stairs.
She must have heard you coming because you hear a female voice call from the left. There was only a sheet hanging across the hallway so you sweep it aside with your left hand. Before you know it, you feel someone clamp on to that hand from that same side and another arm pushes on your back. You end up being pivoted around and off balance. Before you know what happened you're on the floor with a lean, beautiful girl kneeling over your chest while pinning one of your arms in each of her hands.
"Hi Patrick, I'm Marisa. You've grown up into quite the little man!" The way she intoned her voice it sounded like a compliment, but after further processing it didn't seem very kind.
"Uh, hi Marisa." You grunt involuntarily as your attempt to dislodge her didn't result in much. "Your mom said I'd be staying with you down here?" You couldn't help the questionable inflection at the end of your statement as you laid down the white lie.
"Oh?" A grin sprang up on Marisa's face, "because from down here it sounded like my mom gave you the choice and you decided to spend some time with your older cousin!"
Your face got warm as the truth had been known all along. Years ago you remembered Marisa to be an annoying, diminutive princess. Nothing like this strong, toned, amazonian princess above you. She must have caught you staring because she smirked in that way that conveyed she had caught you, and right then you knew that she knew she had you right where she wanted.
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