??Ja, aber das is ein Europ?er!? schnauzt ihr Katrina hinein. ?Sei nur froh, dass genug Kochsalz-L?sung da war! Bei den Wei?en musst du aufpassen, hab...ich dir schon hundertmal gesagt! Oder willst DU Colonel Ngunda erkl?ren, warum ihm ein paar Millionen L?segeld durch die Lappen gehen, nur weil du zu dumm bist, dass er nachher noch lebt??Jetzt sieht die schwarze Gestalt betreten zu Boden. ?Ja, Kati, aber...??Nichts ?aber?! Ich kann dem Colonel auch gleich sagen, dass ich keine Verantwortung mehr. But I can call him Dean because that’s what he does. You have permission to call him Charles ... but not Charley or Chuck ... Charles.”“You were saying?”“Dean Porter asked me when you were coming out for a flight.”“Was I supposed to?”“I guess. He’s a flight instructor and there’s a fishing notice on the Bulletin Board; Flight interest you? Contact Dean Porter. Licensed Flight Instructor.”“Fishing? Charles?”“That’s what we call it ... he’s fishing for students.”“Like Sunday’s newspaper Ads for. Idly, he wondered how they could sleep anyway, what with that intoxicating aroma of grilling meat.From the top the boys could see a corner of the feast tables. The meat was there, slabs of it, more than they’d ever seen in their lives. The aroma alone aroused them, but when they saw the dancers their bodies reacted instantly. Priests and priestesses, most of them barely dressed and few completely nude, moved slowly in a dance that mimicked the act of love. Indeed, a few had gone beyond. "What would you know about eating me?" she giggled back, feeling the tingle in the pit of her stomach start up again."As soon as you let me, I'll start learning." He promised. She eased back, staring at him, and it was all so clear in his eyes. There was concern, and love, and caring as always. But there was a desire there, too and she felt her knees weaken as she stared into his gaze. He wouldn't hurt her... "Then you'd better change quickly..." she told him, nibbling on her lip. He did. Half.