. ich habe da nachts auch noch so meine kleinen Unf?lle," gab er deutlich err?tend vor mir zu.So gingen wir schnell vor dem Film noch zu ihm r?ber und...er erkl?rte seiner Mom die Situation. "Hier hast du eine frische Windel M?uschen, wie hei?t du denn? Soll ich dir die Windel ummachen oder kannst du das schon alleine?" fragte mich seine Mom."Ich hei?e Annika (wie komm ich nur wieder raus aus dieser komplizierten Situation... dachte ich dabei) und danke, ich kann das schon alleine machen."Ich. She worried my folks sick because she just sat at the table and pushed her food around the plate, never taking more than three or four bites. Dad threatened to take her to see a psychiatrist if she didn’t quit starving herself and start putting on some pounds.So assuming there was a remote chance that this remote could actually have some affect on a person’s behavior, I’d find an opportunity sometime during the day to point it at her, push the proper combination of buttons, and make her start. Turning and swaying in front of the first guest on the bar. With her back to him, she opens her dress and begins to slide her hands down her body, turning to face him as she does. She can feel his eyes on her, moving from her face down to her breasts and hips, stopping at her crotch. Feeling herself getting wetter, she brings her finger up tracing the path from her lips, up over her navel between her breasts and up the center of her neck, ending at her lips. She slips her finger between them,. “That’s why he came in dripping wet and smelling like detergent. I remember that night.” She paused and took a tremulous breath. “That was Ryan, always doing crazy stuff.”“Yeah.”We sat together in silence for a while, each lost in our own memories. There were a lot of bad ones over the last couple of years, but a few good ones even then and many happier ones from earlier. Ryan and I had been through so much together, from childhood trials and tribulations to puberty, high school athletics,.