I feel underdressed. Or maybe undressed. I feel like he can see through me, not just my clothes, but into my being to the places no one should see. �...Can I help you?” I ask, thankful my voice doesn’t waver.“Good morning, Natalie,” he says, holding out a perfect hand. His nails are trimmed, the cuticles neat. His fingers are long, warm as he clasps my hand. “I’m Lucian Martinus.”“Good morning, L. Martinus,” I say returning the greeting in a more socially acceptable form. We are all equal under. Moment mal, ein Sonnenbrand im Herbst? Es war zwar warm, aber doch nicht genug Sonne f?r diese rote Haut!Wie auch immer, der Sonnenbrand war sehr real und schmerzte h?llisch. Das war garantiert wieder so ein ?bler Trick von dem Tor: So sollte ich noch einmal hindurch gehen. Was ich auch tat.Der Sonnenbrand war weg. Aber die nun sch?n braune Haut hatte garantiert Folgen. Richtig, als ich das H?schen etwas herunter zog, konnte ich den wei?en Abdruck sehen. Keine Sauna diesen Winter.Nun fiel mir. It looked as if a nuclear reaction was occurring under his skin.Carie’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, have you been fucking Yana?!”Eric’s eyes drifted to the right. “More like that’s what she’s been doing to me…”“What?!” she exclaimed, bewildered that he couldn’t even say ‘fucking’ while apparently engaging in said activity willy-nilly with Vasily’s sister.“Shh!” Eric hushed then froze, his sharp, boyish Chinese Idol good looks contorting so drastically it was as if he was undergoing an. It took a bit of getting used to, as Sally was extremely vocal during intercourse, announcing her pleasures with descriptive words and sounds. Privacy was for the bathroom, unless, of course she was horny. Janey respected the privacy visually, but I wondered how much she heard.I peeked in on Janey, to check on her, of course. She was still fast asleep, but curled into a protective fetal position, as if hugging herself. I continued on, following my nose to the kitchen.At the door to the kitchen.