"Beide verlassen die Wohnung. Jeanie f?hlt sich jetzt irgendwie befreitund Siggi wei? jetzt dagegen nicht mehr so richtig, wie er sich Jeaniegegen?ber...verhalten soll. So ein traumhaft sch?nes M?dchen an seinerSeite verunsichert ihn stark und es verschl?gt ihm durch seine normalenSch?chternheit, gerade auch bei ihr, die Sprache. Jeanie merkt es undbeginnt darum locker mit dem Gespr?ch."Du Siggi, wie hat dich meine Mutter ?berzeugt, mich weiter zu geben?" Na ja, ?hm... sie hat Vieles gesagt,. “Yes ... yes I did,” he said softly.“That’s good. That’s better, Martin. Remember, you need to totally honest with me. If not, I can take you home right now. Do you understand?” I asked him a little more firmly, but not enough to scare him.“Yes, Tanya. I understand. I promise. I’ll be totally honest.” Excellent, I pretty much had him just where I wanted him.“Good boy, Martin,” I said with a more comforting tone. “So, when you thought about what I might look like in this, what did you do?” He. My department gave me a small studio apartment near the open market place. It was one room with bathroom/WC and a small balcony. The one room contained a kitchen, one single bed, and two chairs/center table. And a bathroom. Owing to the nature of my duties, I was also provided with a Jeep.My office Security Guard arranged a servant –cum-cook for me from some village. His name was Aftab. He was a short boy ( 5 ft 2 inches) of around 19 years, a little plump, fair ( like all Kashmiris are), quite. He tiptoed into the bathroom a few feet away. He turned on the water, stripped and got in the shower.Heather’s eyes popped open. The book was resting on her stomach. She checked her watch; she’d slept about forty minutes. She got up and looked in the mirror. Pretty rough, she thought to herself. Sandy, half-matted hair, reddened face, raccoon eyes where her sunglasses had been. She took off her t-shirt: sharp contrast between the flesh her singlet had and had not covered. Burnt ears that she’d.