a breath, there is eternity. I stand before you, Anja hesitates, the thunder of the gods draws nearer draws forth directly above our house. He must be, I know. The anger.
Anja warp their Schnute, soon she will start and tell me what a stupid, indecisive, cowardly, do not expose all the serious things-meaning idiot I am. My forearms are covered with Hautpartikelstalaktiten. Chill.
It occurs to me. Your eyes. Her hand is extended. I cringe, put on my face slightly pinched to the side and watch. It is as it was when I had to take a slap in my mother's eager reception.
"So ..."
"So ...?"
"You're doing already, Torben. You are already great. "
Anja smirking smiles and pats me gently on the shoulder herb.
My view mimics the sale window of a general-purpose € discounter.
"No hard break. Go for it, Tiger. "
you flipped on my butt, I stumble to Martha in my room, which has made it comfortable on the edge of the bed, within its capabilities.
me rob the fear of silence. "Sit down!" She asked me imperative and pat you on the edge of the bed, her pupils hold it as my father's hand the hand of his daughter when they first go to the fair together.
I smile and turn red.
"Where we were, Madame?"
"Da?"
your arm slips against my nudges at him to leave no room for Spekualtionen. I grab my hand and let them walk over him. She smiles too, only without the redness. Lady Sovereign. Oho. When she slipped closer and puts her hand on my shoulder stops, everything.
"You tremble?"
I slide back far millimeter, millimeter, to give them any importance horizon.
"You make me ... .
"Not bad!"
Martha. I would like to tell her what it feels like to be. No. can I would like to take their eyes and screws in my head, so that they see through my eyes feel cinema live and in stereo, do understand. See myself as a glass jar, greedy and yearning and uncertain whether the M & Ms, it was intended to fill their record, nor can without breaking. Whether it's all about the filling or the interaction of glass and specialty chocolate nut.
"Pull yourself together," I whisper to me. No, it makes no sense to tell her something. If one is so fresh, one should not plagued with problems and weaknesses, as one should enjoy the time or not? An honest Start is a best? Well, that would be given the overall situation not always possible. My head rattles, zattert my heart.
"Easy," she says and laughs. She is just so disgusting perfect. Anja could tell me often, my escapades failed due to my excessive demands on the romance, stand no woman, no man. Martha is now the rock in the romantic bay. Caspar David Friedrich would be the perfect man for this snapshot. Caspar, you rock.
kiss. My heart races. The lips are looking to open the fingers, and how quickly and let us fall. We love each other a long time and the sweat makes us equal. She is beautiful, I feel this way. Who is someone that is something? Nothing more. Idle thoughts we are next to each other.
morning, the sun pierces through the unprotected window, I twist myself to page, the page is blank. Two agitators later
brooding hair is still no Martha next to me. Look at the ceiling.
had drunk so much I did not? I turn to the side, to teach me. Your clothes on the floor ... good. I grab a pair of jeans and a shirt and walk into the kitchen where Anja greets me with wide flood light grin.
"Well Champ? Was it still good? "
"Hmm," I watch and whisper in the refrigerator.
"Just let it but once the dairy cow in the meadow. Everything good? "
" I watch just in the fridge, if Martha is here. In my room it is certainly not. "
" This is a shower, you sleepy heads-Casanova. Can I have details? Na? "
" Why are you even awake? Are not you a little bit too curious for this time? "
" It's eleven? "
" Eleven? "
" IT WAS aaalright?
I nod and she pierced with looks after, pulsing until her forehead wrinkle.
"Breathe through, my goodness. It was good ... with Martha. "
" Fine so far. And you do not worry yesterday .... If you want to go I pick up my bike then after yourself, if you tell me where to find it. "
" I do already use ... very nice of you, despite all that. "
" No, you can the day but different. Mietz. Mietz. "
" Nope. I'll do it. ... I do I have for him some day take over my actions responsibility. "
Anja smiles briefly.
" Good, good. responsibility. "
" Responsibility for what? "
Martha stands in the doorway and looks at us.
" If you have cows in the meadow, you have to himself Anja and milk do not always send out. "
" With cows you mean women? "
" With cows I mean abstract examples of something that will actually make no sense. We talk in the morning like weird shit. "
" So So "
added Ehrlich was my second thought after the wax is why I for the night with Martha, whom I barely know have slept with Sven and not something that I this morning again haunted by the head. But now Martha is before me and nothing but a big blue towel from the Anja collection around the body and wet hair, the pony has is her cheeky face. I purr by accident, she thanks to grin it and pushes me a quick kiss on the lips before she joins her cup, one has her well-suited to the shower before passage.
"Hi hi, where do you look so moist cloth like a dolphin!" Anja exults in its semi-dormant Keck. Martha starts from top to bottom to pattern itself, while I think that there was in the 90s, a comedy review in which the young Timmy had an erotic relationship with Flipper. I also look down at Martha and baptize myself, shortly Timmy.
"What are we doing today beautiful? Or you have something to do? "
" Torben must pick up after my bike. But I would also do it yourself. At least, what if you want to do together. "
like a jousting she drives me to the plank. The piece. They both look at me like a DDR-Finding Commission. This is the little anger of the gods. Anja has to squint while trying not to laugh at me triumphantly. I try to connect to under the kitchen table, but on patrol at Martha's leg, which immediately seized my foot and caresses with her toes. Should I still get the gods. I luge quickly upward. Not gods. Hm
What do I do now? No Gods anger, perhaps a divine spark? Can one tell me what time would be now a grown, wise decision that I do not regret?
I watch Martha questioningly. She grins.
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