In enger Bluse und knielangem Rock stand die 35-jährige Traumfrau nun neben mir und schüttelte mitleidig den Kopf. "Ach Tom, du solltest wirklich ge...auer auf die richtige Reihenfolge und Dosierung der Stoffe achten!" Ich packe das einfach nicht, Frau Stichner," seufzte ich resigniert und fischte mit der Tiegelzange meine Brille aus der schäumenden Masse."Mit deinem fabelhaften Aussehen und deinem athletischen Körper, kommst du sicherlich auch ohne Chemiekenntnisse durchs Leben," hörte ich ihre. 'You cheeky bastard' she said.'Sorry,but thats the impression you give over.I find you attractive but i always said i couldn't imagine fucking a miserable bitch like you.But the way you are now,i would definitely be keen to fuck you'.'You are a cheeky bastard,aren't you.You call me a miserable bitch,then say you wouldn't mind fucking me.You think i would let you fuck me after all that'.Before i could answer we arrived at her apartment.As she went to get out,she said,'Are you going to just sit. You are all so wonderful and beautiful and pretty good dancers, too.”That made Sarah crack up. She took my hand and said, “Charles, I trust you more than I trust Claire. She’s become quite assertive around you and that worries me. You two are amazing together as dancers and I hope to see you two win many more competitions.”“I don’t think you are a cad – On the contrary, I believe you are a wonderful young man who has his eye on the prize but is willing to wait for the appropriate time. I have. He asked some questions and got answers. She had run away from her owners and lived hand to mouth by selling the only thing she had to offer. The couple she was with at the market had rescued her but were very poor themselves and finally had to get their investment back by selling her once more. She hoped that Mr. Roger would be kind to her.Her name was Mehar. There was no family name and she could not tell what town she had even come from. Education of women was nonexistent in that area. Roger.