Doch in späteren Jahren hatte sie die seltsame Faszination kennen gelernt die ihre Haarfarbe auf Männer ausübte und mit der Bewunderung der Verehre...schar war schließlich auch Aimees Selbstbewusstsein und ihre Liebe zur ihrer ureigensten Haarfarbe erwacht. Jetzt konnte sie sich es gar nicht mehr anders vorstellen. Dieses flammende Rot, das war sie, das war ihre Farbe.Auch wenn sie das akzeptiert hatte, hatte Aimee lernen müssen das es viele Männer gab die sie nur als Trophäe betrachteten, dies. " You don't have a spare?" Nah, I live on my own here so only needed the one. I put your clothes in the wash too."The realisation of being in a strangers house with nothing to wear had rendered me speechless. She noted my embarrassment and walked to the bathroom."A little shy? Come on, the naked body is nothing to be ashamed of. I walk round the house with nothing on all the time and I'm not wearing anything now. Look."I opened the door and she was indeed completely naked. Nothing was hiding. "Thank you again," she said as the doors closed and she leaned in to kiss me. "I don't know how you do it, but you bring out a side of me I thought long gone."I kissed her back and said nothing. All too soon our ride was over and the doors opened and we went our separate ways. I found Maureen at her desk. She looked disarrayed, but there was not any one thing you could say that indicated it. She looked up when I knocked and almost looked relieved to see me."Are you sure you are not psychic?". Anyway, august 2nd was D-day. with a very long face i got on that bus , took my seat, pulled out my panasonic disc man and listen to music while praying for no one to come and sit next to me, and waited for it to leave. We were headed for the Ardennes. south of Belgium. That’s a 2 and a half hour journey. We arrived on a campsite in a place called bouillon. after setting up the tent and listening to the damn instructors who were hardly 3 years older than most of us were, i eventually started.