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</div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The appreciation for Marcus' selection was immediately obvious on Luca's handsome face. The distilled and refined taste of the fermented sugar cane in all its dark amber splendor was delightful to the palate as well as Luca's nose. After breathing it in, the glass of cachaça was brought to his lips tasting smooth and warm as it was swallowed.<br/>
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He hadn't drank anything of this quality even in Brazil. Being poor, only the cheap stuff was imbibed. Whatever goal Marcus was attempting to reach would be met in due time, but after a few sips, it was dancing time. <b>"That cachaça is forte. Coloca o cabelo no meu peito...strong enough to put hairs on my chest." he laughed, his inhibitions slowly lowering. He heard of Novo Fogo, but only upper class could afford it. "Caipirinha? Now you speak my language."</b> the comment was followed by a tug on his arm.<br/>
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<b>"It time to show you the</b> <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DQIhxbrENeSw&amp;hash=483f9932fef61b380a93f3189c57266f" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QIhxbrENeSw" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><i>Samba Pagode</i>,</a> <b>it the Sao Paulo style dancing, yes? It very easy. I show you." </b>Luca smiled.<br/>
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Luca had the reaction he wanted from Marcus, who obliged him a dance on the floor, which was packed. Dancing the Samba Pagode, the emphasis remained with movements of the shoulders and hips. It was  a little more aggressive and there was a freedom when it comes to movement. Luca took the lead, placing his weight on the top of his hips, as he placed his hands on Marcus's hips to guide him. He stepped to the right side, with the knees bent and soft the whole time. <b>"You keep you knees bend, and soft, right? Move with me." </b><br/>
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He slid his foot back to center, and did the same with his left foot, stepping open and sliding it back towards the center. They were slow at first, so Marcus was able to get the foot moves first.<br/>
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<b>"Now we move the hips, point out like this, and keep your feet side to side, slide back. Good you very good at this Marcus!"</b> Luca seemed very pleased, even if Marcus wasn't so sure about dancing.<br/>
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Once they got the side to side movement going, and were working on the hips, rocking his hips when they stepped to the side and center. He allowed Marcus to practice those moves before continuing with the forward step, which was like the side step, only forward and back, with a slide in between, and a rocking of the hips.<br/>
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<b>"Now we put these together, like this, Marcus. We add forward step with front foot, shake you hip like this, and turn, turn." </b>he rocked into Marcus' hip, and their lower torsos met until Marcus either stepped back away from him or was shocked at how sexy the Samba Pagode looked when Luca was doing it. There was a four step turn around and then he was facing Marcus again.<br/>
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<b>"Samba knows no language. It speak  from the soul, Marcus."</b> he laughed.<br/>
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When the song faded, Luca prodded Marcus with his long leg, "Now we go faster, to the rhythm. rock your body." He had his hands all over the businessman, but only to show him how to move his hips. Of course, Luca knew what the hell he was doing, and he did the best he could do with his dance student.</span></span><br/><b><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><br/>
"I hope you like Samba, Marcus. That was fun!" </span></span></b><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><br/>
Marcus led him off the dance floor and back to the bar, where his drink was waiting.  Another drink was poured for him after he finished the first cachaça, which didn't take very long because Luca worked up a sweat on the dance floor. The dance of the favela was the official dance of Sao Paulo, Brazil. It was an honor to represent his region of the world and teach Marcus the Samba Pagode. After drinking half the second glass of the mixed drink, Luca's head was already buzzing and the young man found almost everything funny. He was at ease with Marcus, and he didn't relish having to return home to the apartment any more than he wanted to get hit by the westbound A train.<br/>
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<b>"Are you having the fun now, Marcus," his bright blue eyes studied the man in the suit. "Aren't you hot in theessss?" </b>he laughed, his voice sounded hilarious. <b>"English hates me!"</b></span></span>