." he winced at the look of hurt that once more shadowed her face – he knew that he sounded cold and impersonal, and that she was bewildered by his ...hange of attitude towards her..."I would appreciate your discretion Miranda – for the next couple of days. I would rather the whole world and his brother didn't know of my family's casualties and catastrophes – until I'm able to talk about it myself!"She nodded her head and blinked away tears. "Yes of course M ... Marcus; leave it all to me ... you. Ich wusste garnicht wie mir geschieht und ich stöhnte auf. Als ich fast davor war zukommen setzte er sich wieder und nahm sein eigenes Rohr wieder in dieHand. Er nickte zu mir rüber und deutete an, dass ich zu ihm kommensoll. Wie in Trance habe ich mich zu ihm rübergebeugt und ganz zaghaft anseinen heißen fetten Riemen gefasst. Er sagte nur: „Nicht sozimperlich!" und greift sich meine Hand.Er zieht mich zu sich ran und ich sitze nackt auf seinem kräftigenOberschenkel, meine Hand presst er auf. When my shift ended, I quickly made my way to the locker room and threw on some sweatpants and a hoodie, I figured I'd leave my boxers off. One less thing to take off...As I parked my car down the street from his house, I shot him an email saying I was here. Patiently waiting in my car, a few minutes later I saw him walking towards me wearing a tight wife beater and grey sweatpants. He looked pretty damn fit, had short red hair with a matching short red beard. We exchanged a quick hello, and he. Just don't. Now take that thing back wherever you got it and we'll forget the whole business, okay? But don't ever do anything like that again." And she just turned around and walked off, leaving me standing there in the bush with my mouth open and the piece still in my hand.Oh, sure, I guess you could say that makes this primitive art, all right. Real primitive. But we know about a lot of primitive art, don't we? I mean, the cave paintings at Altamira and Lascaux and some of those other places.