Her beautiful form silhouetted by the street lamps that were alight on this dark December evening. He clutched a small piece of paper with a phone num...er, a date and a time. They had agreed to meet at the café again. He spent the next day drifting through his work barely paying attention to the various cases that he dealt with. He couldn’t get her image out his mind. The date on the paper was the 12th of December three days from then. He didn’t know how he would last that long without hearing. There was nothing to do except laying on the couch close to the fire and try to get a nice enjoyable movie. But getting a good movie was just impossible.My sweet Ana came downstairs. As it was nicely warm inside the house, my sensual Ana was wearing just a black see through negligee with high heels.I enjoyed staring at her nice shaven mound and her glistening pussy lips.She looked radiant, although the afternoon was horrible. So I asked her if she had been masturbating herself upstairs. Ana. I know we can.”She sat there looking at me and waiting for me to say something. There was maybe twenty seconds of silence and then I asked:“Just when was it that you developed your low opinion of me? When did I become a dumb ass as far as you are concerned?”“I don’t have a low opinion of you and I know you aren’t dumb.”“You have to think that of me Shel. You have to think I’m dumb or stupid if you expect me to buy the load of horse-shit you just dumped on me. You seem to forget that I overheard. Now that I know more of you I shall find a worthwhile task for you. Bear with it and you may find that my son's wedding was your lucky day."Pelle nodded. Of course, having a task with the Baron's retinue would mean an easier life for him and Ingeburg. They would eat and drink at the Baron's table, would sleep in the castle or in town, and they would enjoy the safety provided by the Baron's guards. Yet, it would mean the end of his freedom too. The end of fresh spring water, the end of hunting.