But I could sure recognize, even through the haze, it was me."What the fuck is this!" I demanded."I figured you'd like it. This is one of the sites yo... liked isn't it?" he inquired."How the fuck? How did you do that? When did you do that?" I was beside myself.I had a camera on the book shelf. You never have been one to pay attention to details. I turned it on when you went to the restroom. Pretty good angle, huh?" he chuckled."Why the fuck would you do this," my voice was shaking."Look, no one. Wie schön, dass wir nun das ganze Wochenende Zeit haben, Dir diese Demütigungen heimzuzahlen.“ Jan schreit auf und will seiner Mutter zu Hilfe kommen. Helga, die jüngere der beiden Frauen schlägt ihm ihre Faust mitten ins Gesicht. Jan stürzt mit heftig blutender Nase halb ohnmächtig zu Boden. Da sieht Babsi rot und wirft sich mit unbändiger Wut auf ihre Arbeitskolleginnen. Babsi schlägt heftig auf die Beiden ein, als Jans verzweifelter Schrei sie innehalten lässt. Die Jungs haben ihren Sohn. Thinking about it made her insides tingle in excitement.“I… I’ll think about it,” she eventually answered.“Okay, yeah, good. No pressure though, it’s fine if you don’t,” Jake said, smiling awkwardly.They went back to making out, a bit awkwardly at first but they both relaxed into it after a moment. A bit later that day while Jake was pounding her, her mind got running, images of her boyfriend peeing all over her visible whenever she closed her eyes, trying to imagine what it would feel like.. She is a cousin of Bente, the girl Tango was going to marry in July.As this was our first meeting Irene addressed me as “Prince” and tried to bow, but I said that was not a good look in LA and is just silly in the airplane.“The term ‘Prince’ is overused here. Besides all the visiting royalty and rock stars and self-appointed, Hollywood has given us artificial royalty like a Prince of Bel Air. Call me ‘Paulo’ when needed, it brings to mind my parents, and through them our shared relatives..