Suzanna looked at it again. Seeing how the man didn't have 4 or 5 hour energy drinks available, Suzanna shrugged and shoved the tiny capsule into her ...ant pocket. She gave a mumbled thanks, spun around and headed for the doors."One is all it takes most folks, cause it works so good!" The man called out to her as she made her way back into the office building. Suzanna muttered a thank you and began to walk away from the vendor's stand. The vendor reached into his pocket and grabbed his. Wer hat das Tagebuch geschrieben und wann? Wer hat es dem Museum gespendet und in welcher Beziehung standen sie zu mir? Welches Museum möchte nicht ein Originaldokument aus dem 19. Jahrhundert besitzen, und warum könnte ein Tagebuch „weder zur Ausstellung noch zum Studium geeignet sein“?Der beste Ort, um diese Fragen zu beantworte, schien das in Leder gebundene Buch zu sein, das auf meinem Tisch lag, und ich löste mit ziemlicher Aufregung und Neugierde die Riemen und öffnete den Band.Ich war. "I should be angry with you but I'm not. No one has ever made love to me like that before. I didn't know sex could be that good. I just got carried away." "Really?" smiled her son-in-law. "Really!" confirmed my mum. "Better than with your husband?" pushed her son-in-law. "Yes, much better than with your father-in-law. Even when we were young. We never make love now. He spends all his energy on the business." "Then my father-in-law's a fool. You are the sexiest lady in the world and if you were. Having reluctantly accepted that he'd somehow,quite impossibly, become a girl, he still cringed at the sound of hisnow higher-pitched female voice. "I've never been known as a realgood performer under pressure, Phil." Think about the trial, girl!" What fucking trial?" asked Brian again. "And quit calling me a girl,you stupid asshole." He shook his head again. "I still don't havethe slightest idea what you're talking about." I don't give a damn about which trial you think about, little.