Die Hütte ist groß genug für uns drei, wenn Ihr einverstanden seid.“Fred sah seine Frau fragend an, diese nickte bejahend. „Ich will nicht nach...Hause.“ Der Tag näherte sich dem Ende und sie saßen auf der Terrasse und sahen einem schönen Sonnenuntergang zu. Ella, wie die junge Frau hieß, wollte noch ins Wasser und zog sich in der Hütte um. Fred konnte seine Augen nicht von ihr lassen. Sie war eine wunderschöne junge Frau mit einem herrlichen Körper, der sein Blut augenblicklich in Wallung. Sure, I knew my real name well enough, even though I couldn’t use it anywhere without putting my ass in big-time jeopardy.I was currently using a made-up FBI name that I didn’t like at all.It made me sound like a mark or a wuss and probably a little bit of both. Still, it was legit and that that the bottom-line as far as the FBI was concerned. My original name was a big deal in certain East Coast locales and my mob name was sort of dirty sounding but in a funny sort of way. The Feds thought I. But then after being bald, Innocence had a long way to go until her hair was as long as it had been when Mouse first met her. Innocence had become quite a frequent theatre-goer, – principally of course just to see Mouse. As Mouse’s recognised girlfriend, she didn’t have to pay the entrance fee and, simply sat in whichever seats were still unsold or, if they were all sold, she’d sit in the aisle in her long dress and her own beautiful breasts on display. Mouse loved catching a glimpse of. ’ Melissa knows she is taking a risk, but the girl needs to know she isn’t alone. ‘Corky, the truth is you’re not the only lesbian in school.’ The crying girl raises her eyes, and looks at her teacher. ‘There’s someone else like me? Who is she?’ Melissa knows she’s probably making a mistake by revealing her own secret. If the wrong people find out she is talking to the girl, they might misinterpret her actions as a teacher trying to take advantage of a student. Yet Melissa knows what it feels.