Party one im in and out smooched with client and his team and on to the next. Party two pretty much the same just making sure every member of my clie...ts executive team saw my face. My girl was supposed to meet me here but she says she is running late from getting nails and her done etc. I'm wondering why she waited to New Years eve to get this done (WHO DOES THAT) but whatever. So I sneak out of this party and head to my directors. I pull up and WOW he lives in a real mansion. I've been to. She was wearing her favorite blood-red kimono robe. All around her lay sheets of paper, scrawled with spidery drawings. Every few minutes she added a new one to the pile.Angique didn't often take her work to Villa, but sometimes, when the pressure was on and the atelier was a madhouse, she found refuge there.Measuring clients, entertaining them, sounding out their wishes, finding the materials and bargaining the right price could easily fill her days without leaving time to do her designs.. To my surprise, he agreed to this, he was going to ride up to see me on his bike! I was excited to meet Pat at last, but didnt think anything else would come of it. Anyway, on the arranged day, he arrived in his motorcycle leathers and with his long rocker hair. He was great, we laughed and joked about life and he even met my k**s. That evening, my k**s had gone to stay overnight with their dad, me and Pat sat around listening to music and drinking. It seemed like we talked for hours. . Sie hatte sich umgedreht, kniete schon halb, stieß sich mit den Armen ab. Er warf sich ohne weiter nachzudenken auf Kathrins Rücken.Kathrin fühlte sich als wenn ein Zementsack auf sie niederging. Ihr eingeschlafener linker Arm knickte ein, der müde rechte konnte zwei Körper nicht tragen, sie sackte auf den Bauch, spürte durch ihren Rückenprotekor den Druck zweier spitzer Jungenknie. Noch einmal wollte sie hoch, versuchte die Arme nach vorn zu ziehen um sich hochzustoßen. Aber ihr Arm wollte.