Waxerman opened it, their eyes met. She was naked as he’d instructed. Leaving the door open, she began moving their purchase inside. Doctor Hooker d...d not offer to assist. Once everything was in, Mrs. Waxerman knelt at Doctor Hooker’s feet.“You’re still angry, aren’t you sir?” She asked quietly in her non-Waxerman voice.“Two weeks, at the very least,” he replied, laying a hand on his fiancées head. “I’ve spent my anger on you’re ride home,” he continued, now stroking her sweat-dampened long. She pulled me aside yesterday to say you wouldn’t be there the rest of the week. “So, we wanted to come check on you” Jessica comes closer for a hug. It’s a little awkward as I’m still sitting but I get up to hug Melody.“Thanks, but you didn’t need to do this. I’m doing fine and will be back next week!” I reassure them, well try too anyway.“Oh, don’t be silly, we care about you! So, what actually happened?” Jessica pries.“Jessica!!”“What? If you don’t mind Robbie that is!” I can’t help but. All of these lessons I was learning were going to be applied to my own children as they grew up. I’d always said I’d treat them as individuals who could make their own age-appropriate decisions. I learned the hard way from Michelle that it was much easier to think and say something than to do it. Jesse and Birgit were going to profit from my hard-won lessons, even if they never knew it.I saved my work, closed down the computer, stripped off my shorts and t-shirt, then climbed into bed. I. – Man war das ein Erlebnis! Schnell ist sie am PC, fährt ihn hoch und läuft gleich weiter ins Bad. Wieder bleibt sie erst vor dem großen Spiegel stehen und streicht sich durch ihre Schamhaare, hebt ihre Arme und sieht ihre Achselbehaarung. – Die kommt als Erstes ab!Die Gedanken huschen wieder durch ihren Kopf – am Wochenende mit Susanne treffen – heute ist ja erst Montag! – Schnell ist sie Fertig und eilt zum PC zurück. Anmelden, Postfach öffnen und . . . keine Post von Susanne. Traurig öffnet.