“You said it yourself. You need to learn something first.”“Oh, I’ve learned plenty,” I assured her. “And I’m not talking about cleaning ...ools either...” I grinned and took a sip of my wine before realizing what I’d said. I had to remember that she still didn’t know about my whoredom. I knew that I would eventually have to broach the nature of my employment before asking her to help me with it but I was waiting for the right time.“Have you?” she said. “The way I remember it, the hero must always. The only reason I knew about her bust measurement was from hearing her talk to her girlfriends. She usually wore Capri pants and tight tops around the house and during the summer she went swimming in the smallest of bikinis.I had a girlfriend named Jan when I was a junior, but she would never let me fuck her because she was afraid of getting pregnant. Her dad was ex-military and he ran a pretty strict household so I know he would have killed her if she got knocked up. More importantly, he would. Finally he shook his head and turned away.“I don’t have time to fight with you,” he said. “I gotta pack some shit. The Brazelton group is meeting in NYC this weekend, and I gotta be there.”Yeah, I thought sourly. It’s only Tuesday, and he’s already gone for the weekend. Truth be known, I was glad he was going to be out of the way. And truth be known, I’d kinda been spoiling for a fight. It was some kind of interaction with him, at least.“Whatever,” I said. “Tell her I said hi.”“Who?” he. Ach ja, auch ich war einmal jung und ungest?m.Um noch einmal zu meiner Frage von vorhin zu kommen. Haben sie sich hochgeschlafen oder sind sie wirklich so gut, wie immer behauptet wird? Also ich habe mich buchst?blich hoch gefoltert. Mit 19 Jahren kam ich zu einer Einheit der NVA, die in einem Lager im verschneiten Sibirien im Nahkampf ausgebildet wurde. Eines Abend, ich konnte nicht schlafen, wanderte ich durch das n?chtliche Camp. Alle, bis auf eins der H?user, waren von au?en beleuchtet. Das.