Die Mädels fingen an zu grinsen und baten Lena, die Tür zu öffnen. Mit einem Glas Sekt in der Hand, öffnete sie diese und vor ihr stand eine dunke...lhäutiger Polizist. "Sind sie Lena Schmidt?", fragte er. "Ja!?", sagte sie etwas eingeschüchtert und unsicher. "Dann habe ich hier einen Haftbefehl gegen sie", sagte er und legte ihr Handschellen an.Die anderen Frauen fingen an zu gröhlen und der Stripper führte die Braut zum Stuhlkreis und setzte sie auf den mittleren Stuhl. Dort riss er sich das. Simon didn't like the night shifts, though there wasn't much work then. Leisure allowed loneliness to creep in.After cleaning the toilet, Simon headed toward the balcony, intending to smoke a cigarette there. Then he noticed that the door of ward 8 is ajar. Nurses' carelessness maybe. He knew who lay in ward 8 – a girl in her early twenties who had the misfortune to be run over by a pickup truck. Simon hesitated for a moment. Deep in the recesses of his mind a strong impetus was urging him to. All three of his women also fled to the bedroom."Already?" Pat asked in surprise."Time goes fast when you're having fun, Bro," I reminded him, as he adjusted his clothes and then finished dressing."Doesn't it just?" he asked before changing the subject."Are you ready to return home?" he asked."Ready and willing," I told him. "As soon as Grandfather says that he doesn't require us, I am for leaving for home," I told him."Right. I'm sure our Parents are worried about us, but what are our Cousins. ”Brita picked up her iPhone and punched and scrolled around the screen. “I scheduled myself for a week there the end of February – Boston, Philadelphia, Atlanta, and Denver.” She looked up.“Come early and stay late,” I told her. “Stay with us for as long as you can.”“Is that wise? Won’t they be jealous?”“Yes, it’s wise, and no, they won’t be jealous,” I said, “but do expect a sexual time during your visit. My girls can be very friendly.”Brita broke into a bright smile. “Oh, wonderful.”Brita set.