Passt nicht richtig zu meinen Sachen." Wozu brauche ich eine Handtasche?" Wo willst du sonst deine Schl?ssel und Portemonnaie hintun? Der Rockhat kein... Taschen." Oh." Ich wusste wirklich nichts. Selbst so offensichtliche Dinge.Selbstverst?ndliche Dinge. Das ging nie und nimmer gut!"Und selbst mit Hosentaschen k?mst du nicht weit. Sieh mal, was ichschon alles zusammengetragen habe. Makeupt?cher und einen kleinenSpiegel. Maskara und Kajalstift. Taschent?cher. Deine Schl?ssel und dasPortemonnaie.. " Eva was straightening her dress, a form fitting Gaultier suit in thin, black leather. It was worn with a leather jacket, rather than something more conventional like a blazer. The design had come straight from the eighties and punk-couture was becoming once again popular in Germany.Wolfgang checked his Glock 29, ejecting the magazine and clearing the breech. He reloaded it while Eva did the same with her pistol, a 9mm Walther P5. The pistol was small and carried only an eight round magazine,. Hell, I have an obligation to bone up, if only to reassure myself I wasn't gay!It didn't take long for me to steer the conversations with Kitty towards sex, and where she stood with boys now that her puberty godmother blessed her with such a killer body.Certain things you can't fake, and when Kitty actually blushed crimson at the thought of sex, I was sure she was still a virgin.In the first two weeks that I was home, I don't remember Kitty getting even one phone call. (What was that all. "What's it about, anyway?" she asked."I have no idea, but I heard it won awards when it was on Broadway. It's got to be good."She nodded thoughtfully while he took a sip of his coffee, grimacing at the tepid liquid. He took the cup to the sink and rinsed it out, placing it in the rack to dry, then he turned back to Elaina."Let's get dressed. I want to get my Sunday paper."He led the way to the bedroom, stopping at the darkened windows in the living room."How are we to know if it's safe if we.