Kurt thumbed at the bathroom by way of explanation, shook his hand and grabbed his kit bag, ready to go. "Just a moment, we have a returning student ...lso on your flight, he should be here somewhere...ah" . Kurt's blood froze as he followed Sanders' gaze, to the young jock sauntering out of the bathroom. There eyes locked, the message unmistakeable, but Sanders blithely continued. "Trevor, this is Herr Hengst, our new German professor." Striding up, he extended his hand, firmly gripping. . . . It just made me so uncomfortable. We’d been talking about the homeless in Sunday School just the week before, and I’d been so self-assured about my attitudes about these people. I close my eyes tight and try to clear my mind of all thoughts. This has just got to work. I must have drifted off to sleep, because time seems to have passed before I am jolted awake. I have no idea what woke me this time. Angel is gone now. Who knows where she must have found more security. I must have failed. So stand sie vom Rennen außer Atem zwischen zwei riesigen Fabrikhallen und hatte sich tatsächlich verlaufen. Zum Glück war das Gelände nicht so riesig und so entschied sie sich immer weiter in eine Richtung zu gehen bis sie den Zaun erreichte. Von dort würde sie dann problemlos zum Tor gelangen.Nachdem sie einige Minuten gegangen war, nahm das Gelände tatsächlich langsam ein Ende. Leider war sie aber auf der anderen Seite gelandet. Auf der wo ein verwilderter Wald angrenzte. Nun würde sie noch. I had spent last year doing it and knew the routine. The snow would come andI would enjoy the solitude of the place and work on my novel.There was another reason that I enjoyed myself there also. I had entry to allthe stores and homes in the town. There were 32 homes, a small grocery storeand general store, which was combined. Actually it carried a lot of things.But what I enjoyed was my secret. I would dress up and be a woman during thattime. I could walk in the street after the snow came. I.