He grinned as her foot missed him by inches. She could hear footsteps behind her."You've got a beautiful pair of jugs," Carl said. "Let me feel them."...She went straight at him. For the second time he was surprised by her violence. She caught him on the cheek with her fingers and scratched until she drew blood. He stepped backwards and she kicked him in the leg. She missed his groin by bare inches.He reached for her arms, but she kicked him again. He groaned. This time her foot had connected. " Get more blankets. Get a bedcover from your father's house! Where's the landlord with the food?" Coming, Pelle!" Luise heard.A moment later Pelle held a cup with hot soup to Luise's mouth. Rich chicken broth almost burnt her mouth and ran hotly down her gullet warming her very core. She had difficulties drinking but she managed although the rough wood tore at the skin of her neck."Thank you, Pelle," she whispered.Only a little while later Tjark returned with his father. Hanke was not with. “If I feel like it.” “Bye Dennis.” She walked out the door with her handbag swinging from her shoulder loosely enough that it could have spilled all over the floor.I wanted to be something like an art gangster that past semester (Spring). I hung out with a few other dudes who knew spray painting and we went around campus at night with spray cans, spraying designs on the sides of buildings and in classrooms holding classes we hated. Then a campus cop, this total fatty, saw us walking around and. "My kind of drinker!"I just nodded in agreement."So what's your reason?" she asked. "Are you one of those destructive artist types on your way to alcoholism? Hemingway? Bukowski? Don't tell me you're just a sad sack who had a bad day and you're pouting."I had a nice buzz. And I suddenly wanted to keep talking to Cathy. I'd always done alright with women. Still, beautiful women weren't typically going out of their way to get to me. I usually had to work for their attention. I knew Cathy was.