Clark walks into the bathroom, “Who were you talking to?”She gives him one of those Really? looks, “The ghost.”Ellie steps into the shower fir...st, then Clark. They both wash for a few minutes, trading spaces without saying a word. Watching Elle wash herself starts to affect Clark, so he turns around to try and make sure to solve the problem before it starts. “Hey, can….” Ellie trails off after she discovers Clarks malfunction when he turned to look at her. A small plan starts to form in her. “You do realize, Brad, we have to do this otherwise we’ll never be able to concentrate on our studies.”“Shut up, you daft bastard,” He brings his lips to mine. Oh fuck, we’re kissing, me and Brad. We kiss on the mouth, hold each other tight. I’m leaning against the wall and he’s pressing his body into mine. We open our mouths and he sticks his tongue in my mouth. He has his hands on the sides of my face and I have my hands on his arse, squeezing the cheeks of his arse through his tight faded. Indeed, the extravagances of Lord of the Manor must lie elsewhere. Katherine creeps into the kitchen, where she pours a cup of fresh well water from a pitcher. Sipping slowly, she savors the cooling sensation that travels through her insides. Relaxation brings a return to fatigue, perhaps this intolerable summer night can be overcome after all. But what of the vivid dreaming? She sorts through the images from the dream, and the puzzle pieces begin to form into something quite sexual. Is that. Ok, good. Now came the part where I hoped I didn’t screw up the pronunciation. “Bleib,” I said, drawing out the word as I would in English as I stepped away from them and toward the car. I turned to the pizza guy and said, “Yeah, it’s ok.” They stayed with not even a muscle twitch as the guy got out of the car.“Hey,” he said.“Hey,” I said.“You speak German?” he asked.I snorted. “No way,” I said, holding up the paper with the commands. “How’d you know what language it was?”He sniffed. “My.