He had paid attention to the girl who regularly walked in the park and sat watching the world go by. The seat dipped as he sat on the other half of th... bench, a little closer than she expected. Deciding to look distracted at some dog walkers, she felt him shuffle a little more. Her skin tingled, she was expecting someone, but she doubted that he was who she was meant to meet by the bench. She had been thinking about her 'date' all day. She had made friends with someone on a site and they had. There was a bright blue sky dotted with clouds overhead, and green on the trees, although to the practiced eye the leaves were starting to look a little aged. Soon they would be falling as another winter came to the Michigan countryside, but no one wanted to think about that, not on this of all days.Although most who were there that morning appreciated the nice weather, there were few comments about the rest of nature's scene. There were other things to draw the eye -- mostly the black of a. Erfragte sich, was genau Luisa vorhatte. Immerhin mussten die Kost?me bisMitternacht makellos bleiben. Dass durch die gelegentliche KnutschereiLuisas Make-up verschmiert war, hatte er dabei noch als "authentischnuttig" durchgehen lassen. Er versuchte breitbeinig mit l?ssigem Schritthinter ihr her zu gehen. Immerhin war er hier derjenige, der die Hosen anhatte und dieser Schlampe zeigen musste, wer das Sagen hat. Er grinste indie Runde, als die beiden das Zimmer in Richtung Flur verlie?en. I slide open the patio doors and step outside. The chill air makes me shiver under the bathrobe and the friction of the terry cloth makes my nipples stand out, as if I was excited. I walk on the grass towards the pit. The moonlight bathes the backyard in its blue light. The oiled spit gleams on its iron supports over the charcoal filled pit. Dad set it up yesterday, the kindling, covered by the charcoal, and the four long wicks of rolled cotton that sink to the bottom of the pit, to light it..