The next morning, Anne wrapped the book in yet one more layer of plastic (a heavy duty garbage back provided as rough shelter for times when the Centr... was full. She had used it as a windbreak overnight). She secured the package to a branch, then returned to the streets. Following an hour-long wait for a turn on the public access terminal, she wrote up a submission in the community free paper under Lost and Found. The ad was no more than the title of the book and page number for her entry. With. I turn around and head back to the house, praying she wont see me. I stride across the lawn when I hear it. Hey Jen! Jessica runs up behind me and grabs my arm. Oh hey Jessica…. I look down wishing she wont bring up yesterday. Hey umm Jen can you come over? Sure… I say but I dont really have a choice as she is already pulling me back towards her house. I look around but dont see the truck that her parents drive. Where are youre parents? I ask as she pulls me up the driveway. Theyre out of. I breathe deeply.While she turns back to her table she just drops as if it was nothing: ?Don’t disturb me again or you’ll be in a lot worse troubles!?God! What a kind of hell is this place?--End of Somalia, part one: Katrina. English version.All comments and reviews welcome at [email protected](s) missing compared to the original (german) story:The Queen of Pain (4pages)More descriptions of Katrina and the instruments on her table. Description of the chair which is firmly screwed. Our tongues intertwine, kissing deeper. She is gentle, but controlling, wanting, needing of me, just like I had envisioned just nights ago. I’m at her mercy. Her mouth is all over me, engulfing me. I moan and writhe under her. Her mouth is now between my legs, sucking gently on my clit. Her two fingers are deep inside me, rocking in and out, curling to tease me. I’m under a spell that has me so lost in space. I don’t want to fight against it. It feels so right. “Come for me, baby girl. I want.