LYDIA DEETZ AND TOMB RAIDER
Capítulo3: They're on TV
It was night in New Orleans and Lydia, along with Percy and Professor Henry, visited the city's famous cemetery. Lydia was delighted, but would have liked to have had her cousin Lara and Indiana with her.
It turns out that the two adventurers went to enjoy a night alone in the company of good jazz music, in one of the most representative places that the city could offer.
“I like this kind of music," he said to Lara, "and she smiled, because both Indiana and his father couldn't understand or like today's music.”
“I'm glad you like it, next time we could come with your father and the kids.”
“Yes, I'm sure he would enjoy the music and the calm atmosphere very much. And it's just that today's kind of music is horrible.”
“I agree, although you and Henry enjoyed the soft, sad Japanese songs that Lydia made you listen to.”
“The only good thing, since I'll never understand hip-hop.”
The music of the place was beautiful and the musicians showed mastery of their instruments. Indiana was surprised that the band that was playing was not only African-American, but that there were also whites in the group. He loved this time of less racial discrimination.
“You know Lara, I'm also very good with my fingers and I don't mean that saxophone playing," whispered Indiana to the woman, making her smile pleased with the tingle she felt in her ear from her friend's breath.
“Well, we'll see about that, Indiana," replied the woman with a look that would melt the handsomest man.
Indiana put her hand on Lara's thigh and she also put her hand on the man's thigh.
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Outsiders to the fun of the two adults, the children and Henry, were already in the hotel enjoying a well-deserved rest.
“I hope those two won't be long," said Henry, a little worried.
“Don't worry Henry, Lara and your son can take care of themselves," Lydia reassured him.
“It's true, I feel sorry for those who want to assault them at night," said Percy and began to stretch out to shake off the dream that was slowly beating him. Henry realized what time it was and sent the children to sleep.
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Lara and Indiana were already arriving at the hotel and the woman kept thinking about what her life was like until then. She hated her lousy luck with men, she had been with many, but in the end they were just one-night stands or worse, guys who, after telling her they loved her, pulled out their guns to blow her brains out.
"Of course part of it's my fault, I don't like good guys," thought Lara. "I like them like jerks. Indiana's a bit of a jerk and that's what turns me on, but he's not enough to hurt me in the end."
Indiana was also thinking about his situation with the woman next to him. He had met several women and was a man experienced in love, or rather, experienced in bed, but no woman had captivated him as much as Lara, who was not only beautiful, but like him, shared the same inner fire that made him addicted not to adrenaline, but rather to adventure and the search for treasures in exotic and mysterious ruins, lost to the rest of the people.
“Indiana, can I ask you something?”
“Of course, Lara, tell me," said the man who put him on every time Lara called him Indiana, "because before, if he had a relationship with any woman, they always called him "Indi" and that bothered him.
“Do you miss a woman of your time?”
“I didn't leave anyone behind who was worth it, I assure you.”
The two adults began to kiss and without separating they opened the door with difficulty, but in the end they managed to enter. They had already advanced a few steps into the suite (while still kissing with passion), when they noticed how someone was looking at them.
“Oh hi Dad, you didn't have to wait so late for us," Indiana said uncomfortably.
“Junior, you're not a young man to be waiting for you all night, I stayed up all night doing some research and I was just stopping by for a drink.”
“Oh, well, Lara and I are tired and we're going to sleep, don't stay up, Dad.”
“Good night, Henry.”
“Good night Lara," replied the smiling man and went straight to the mini-bar.
“You open your door for me in an hour," Indiana whispered to Lara, and she winked at him.
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The next day, Henry was left in the care of Lydia and Percy. Although at first he was angry, then he loved having the two children by his side as they showed interest in his stories of traveling the world making archaeological discoveries, in fact Lydia impressed him greatly with how intelligent she was and how thirsty she was for knowledge.
Outside of the professor and the children, Lara and Indiana were walking around the university where Indiana had been teaching for many years. The man looked a little melancholy and Lara had an idea to "lift his mood".
“Lara, what are you doing? We have to get out, that they close the campus soon," Indiana told the woman when she dragged him into an empty classroom.
“I was just wondering if you taught a lot of girls in your classes.”
“Well, there were a lot of female students.”
“And any of them interested you?”
“What? No, they were all childish little girls, who would come up to me for approval notes.”
“I don't believe you!” Lara said amusingly.
“Believe me, it was hell.”
“Well, I don't know what you think, but I always wanted to try something... How about we play a little in this place, you know, play teacher and student.”
“Jesus Lara... What if someone comes to this place?”
“No one will come, professor, if we don't make noise.”
“I guess you have to try everything in life.”
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In the luxury suite that Lara had booked, a worried Henry was walking from one side to the other.
“Don't worry Henry, they weren't going to rob a bank or anything like that," Lydia reassured him.
“Look Lydia: Lara and Indiana are on TV” Percy called them while he was enjoying a shrimp with hot butter.
"And right now, the wild pursuit of the two thieves who entered the campus of Bernadete University continues."
“It's not Bernadete, it's Barnett.” The cat boy corrected the TV.
"As far as we've just been informed, the thieves had no time to steal any valuables from the prestigious university, celebrated for their vast repository of archaeological objects, most of them discovered by Professor Jones Junior..."
“Nyajo how funny those two are.”
Lydia and Henry exchanged glances and then Lydia looked at the TV again with her eyes squinted and her shoulders drooping in frustration, while Henry smashed his palm against his face.
"Look at that! The car's tires are hot from friction, there's smoke everywhere, viewers..."
“Just like Henry's head," Percy whispered to Lydia. “And speaking of friction, what do you think they were doing? They're naked in the car, well, Lara's wearing her guns and Indiana's wearing his hat and whip, but that's all.”
“Hot... I'll warm them up when they come back," said Henry with an unkind expression on his face.
Fortunately, neither Dad nor Delia are watching this," Lydia muttered.
"Yes, gentlemen, this Hollywood-type chase is being broadcast live from coast to coast."
“I knew we couldn't trust Lydia with that irresponsible woman!” Charles shouted at the time.
“And who is the naked guy next to her!” shouted Delia too.
“Jo, I have to record this!” said Bryce who had hacked the American television signal.
“Better keep that recording safe, because if Miss Lara finds out...” The butler persigned himself.
“So this is the romance that adults have.... I don't understand why then we young people are criticized because we don't make such a fuss," Percy said as he bit his shrimp with a sweet tooth.
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Luckily, Lara had money and contacts left and right, so they didn't charge her or reveal her or Indiana's identity, but they couldn't avoid the tremendous sermon Henry gave them, which he shouted at them as if they were disobedient children.
Charles and Delia phoned and demanded that the two children return home immediately. Fortunately, Professor Henry convinced the parents to let Lydia and Percy stay.
Fed up with Henry's disapproving looks and Percy's strange looks, the two adventurers went for a night walk on the beach in the moonlight.
“Lydia is a love, she is the only one who doesn't see us with a frown or in a strange way," Lara told Indiana as they walked calmly along the distant beach and held hands.
“What do you expect, she's your cousin," said Indiana. “You know, now I understand why young people like this beach walking thing, it's so relaxing.”
“It's true, I thought it was kind of corny at first, but it is nice to do this.”
“Although it's still a little corny, how about we do something about it.”
Indiana took Lara in his arms and laid her down in the sand. The adults kissed abruptly but passionately as they removed their garments in an ungentle manner, causing the fabrics to tear and the buttons to jump in all directions.
There were no soft or gentle caresses, but pure, raw and overflowing passion, which marked the woman's skin with small bruises and scratches all over the man's body. Only the bite marks were the only thing in common that had the skin of the furious lovers.
“Gosh, you're such an English lioness, Lara.”
“And you, you're quite the American puma, Indiana.”
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“Lydia, Henry," Percy called them. “Lara and Indiana are back on TV again...”
FIN
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