The homes stood quiet and still with their curtains drawn, the people inside sitting worried, waiting themselves for news about their son and their lo...ver, the continually ringing of their doorbell and ringing of the phone shredding their nerves, making them feel liked trapped animals with the pack of baying wolves outside of their doors. The villager that had managed to film some of the drama on his mobile was busy doing a deal to sell it to the BBC news. His negotiations managed to get him a. He didn't keep soda in the house, but he did have bottles of juice. That would have to do. He was just finishing up when the chimes rang. He'd chosen a tank top and shorts, but hadn't put anything on his feet. He answered the door barefoot.She'd opted for another tank top and shorts too, with sandals. Her hair was now in a loosely woven French braid that lay on her back like it was hugging her. She had a plastic shopping bag hanging from one hand.She got excited when he told her about being. I swung her around and kissed her deeply. "Impatient are we?" I teased as I let go of her mouth.By way of answer she undid my belt, the zip and the button on my trousers making them drop down round my ankles. That didn't make it any easier to walk. I kicked off my slippers and stepped out of my trousers - not very gracefully, I fear. "If we carry on this way, we won't make it to the bedroom!" I said. "Is the corridor on your lists of places you want to do it?"She laughed, but continued with my. Eines ohne R?schen, Spitze oderSchleifchen. Aber auch dieses schlichte T-Shirt war unverkennbarfeminin, mit seinen sehr kurzen ?rmeln und der L?nge, die wohl geradebis zu einem Hosenbund reichen w?rde.Ich betrachtete mich im Spiegel. Etwas stimmte nicht. Irgendetwas warfalsch. Nein, nicht das Offensichtliche: Die glatten Beine, die zarteSpitze im Schritt - nein, das war es nicht. Obwohl mir das an ersterStelle unangenehm sein sollte. Aber merkw?rdigerweise war es das nicht,aus irgendeinem Grund.