Susanne and I exchange long letters. I still keep hers, sometimes a dozen pages A4, fully written at both sides.Susanne and I kiss and hug, embracing ...riendship, but we never went any further, augmenting to my curiousity.Susanne and I enjoy ourselves in Namur, as my dedicated readers might remember: "Masseur Extraordinaire".Susanne and I keep talking about her thesis. She even goes back up and to Amsterdam to collect study books. Susanne and I have adjacent rooms in a nearby modern monestry. It. But in this dry climate, that was hardly an indicator.The next great leap for mankind?All that aside, it was on the list.In this case, I was really interested in what they were doing, as it paralleled the sort of work I was doing. As this was also a research campus of a sort. The reactors were scaled-down but even so fully functional. Since they were supposed to be working on compact nuclear reactors, they were small indeed, surprisingly so. Still, they had an output of something like165 MW,. In return, John was doing the same as she was, Beverley noticed. He worked out a lot and she was forever seeing him post workout in just his tight gym shorts. One time she saw him coming out the shower with his towel around the waist and heading into his bedroom where he’d forgotten to shut the door. Beverley took her chance and peaked. She watched him dry himself off and she saw his cock for the first time and she let out an audible gasp. “It’s magnificent!” she thought and got wet just. Wohin gehen wir?" Melissa asked... I looked at her in shock - I haven't heard her talking German in years. I looked at James who was obviously confused. "What did she just say?" he asked. I gave him a little smile. "She asked where we are going to." Melissa, it's unfair - talk English," I ordered her. Her look changed from fear into mad-ness. "Verdammt, Lola, er hat deinen Freund umgebracht. Dein eigener Vater ist ein Killer!!!" she almost yelled. Tears shot into her eyes. I looked another time.