However, to do much more would have been vengeance... not justice. Finally, I turned to the woman on the bed, needing only a slight extension of my po...wer to finish setting things right with her. I had already removed almost all memories of the incident. Only a hint would remain, little more than a bad dream that was easily dismissed. She would be able to continue her life, unscarred by this horrible event. And as I left the woman and the apartment, my work having been finished, I couldn't. She hugged me every chance she got during our three classes and over lunch. When sixth period deutsche Unterricht was over she said, "Auf wiedersehen meine lieber, Günther" [See you later my love, Günther – Günther is my name in deutsche unterricht]I answered, "Nür zwei stunden, Katje" [Only two hours, Katje – Julie's Deutsche name]Julie and kissed a little too long. Frau Madel said, "Herr Martin, Fraulein Simpson, Kein Küssen!" [Mr. Martin, Miss Simpson, no kissing!"]Julie and I blushed and. Marie slowly climbed on top of her on the bed and they both stared into each other's eyes feeling sexual tension between them."Marie, what are you..?" Princess Annabelle asked softly. Feeling herself wanting to be kissed, touched and fucked by this sexy French maid.Her left hand went up and underneath the princess's dress and ran slowly up her thigh and touched her soaking wet pussy. Feeling just how wet she was making the princess, Marie kissed her hard with passion. She drew back and stared. In fact, she rather liked it.Tamara had slowly stalked mostly north for hours with Hannigan and Erol before they got to the area where Hannigan could survey the surroundings. They had often hidden as they encountered bands of armed men, unwilling to engage anyone who looked threatening. A few others had been out, moving quickly from place to place. Scavengers, messengers, whoever they were, Tamara and the others stayed out of sight until they passed.The sounds of fighting had rung heavily in.