Give me your resignation tomorrow. I shall write a few comments of my own, before I send it on. Not that I have much hope, but at least you'll know I'...d like to keep you."Years later I heard through the grapevine, how much discussion and turmoil my resignation had caused. My boss had expressed his fervent wish to keep me on, pointing out the trouble of clearing a new man and teaching him the tricks of this highly volatile business. At the time I didn't hear anything about these discussions, only. The servant bowed and left.There was a rustle and Deirdre appeared from another doorway. Duncan had seen the Irish Bard before in a tunic and pants, as well as nothing but a sheet and in fact nothing at all. Earlier she had been dressed simply in a loose cotton shirt and trousers. But now she was clad in what Duncan knew was called a giapo. Translated as "long dress", it was a high collared and tight waisted dress with a long slit up the side allowing the legs to be shown off. One day it would. Wie sich herausstellte, fasste sie ihren Auftrag sehr umfassend auf...Frau Mommsen war schätzungsweise Mitte bis Ende Vierzig, vielleicht begann ihr Alter auch schon mit einer Fünf, so genau konnte ich das aus meiner Perspektive von gerade mal 18 Jahren nicht abschätzen. Und ich hätte mich natürlich nie getraut, zu fragen. Sie war allerdings immer noch eine sehr attraktive Frau in meinen Augen. Ihre schulterlangen, blondgelockten Haare - eine richtige Löwenmähne war das! -, die üppigen Brüste,. One day, she did something highly unusual: called me on the phone: “Jack, I can’t go home: the road is flooded. Can I visit you for a few hours?” Stunned by the unexpected request, I stumbled over my words. Since the interview, we haven’t seen each other in person. I had to think quickly, my instinct said it was fine. At the time, I had a small, single room garden apartment. The kitchenette was open plan; the bathroom had a standing shower. I had minimal furniture, but sufficient for my solo.