Naomi and I were "okay" with that, as long as neither of us got in each other's way. I was a jock and sexually quite active. Naomi was a nerd, almost ...to the point of social outcast. There was really no trouble for her to get into - or so I thought.By Thanksgiving, I had still not even seen my little sister since my high school graduation because we had had conflicting schedules.Anyway, my dad asked me (read that as: ordered me) to swing by and pick up Naomi at Ryder before completing the hour. Es war heute schon der zweite Tag, den er inWeiberklamotten zubringen musste. Noch dazu im Keller und dann nochgefesselt!"Ich lasse mich nicht mehr fesseln! Auch nicht mehr einschlie?en unddiese Sachen werde ich jetzt sofort ausziehen", rief Marc und stand auf.Er merkte, wie das Blut aus seinem Kopf wich und ihm schwindlig wurde.Schnell setzte er sich wieder."Na, der Herr scheinen unentschlossen", sagte Birgit sarkastisch."Pass mal auf, Marc", begann Petra leise. Marc merkte ihren. I had agreed to catch up with a friend, Amy, fellow TS who was in townfor one evening and because I knew that we were going to be out late,I'd decided to book into the same hotel as Amy. We'd spent the afternoonshopping and being 'ladies that lunch' before heading back to the hotelto get changed. Amy is 5'6", just shorter than me, has brown hair andthe prettiest little gamine face that you could ever wish for - I amquite jealous of the way she looks, I'd die for her cheekbones! We stillmeet up. The wobbly wheel made the cart pull to the right and he almost forgot what he was there for. His brown slip-ons, khaki shorts and light blue Hawaiian shirt made him look like a vacationer instead of a local, but he blended in with the other shoppers and no one gave him a second look. Fleetwood Mac quietly sang ‘Rhiannon’ over the store's speakers while he picked out some ripe plums before heading over to the check-out. He was in the doldrums of a boring routine, and desperately needed something.