Boven poets ik mijn tanden en kleed mij dan uit.Al met al is het best wel een vermoeiende dag geweest. Ik trek eenpyama aan en blijf nog even een poos...e zitten.Eigenlijk jammer dat ik Severa niet heb gezien. Al is zij een stukouder, al dertig, toch is zij best de moeite waard om te bekijken. Maar ze zal wel niet thuis zijn. Want ik hoor ook niets aan de andere kantvan de deur.Even na elf uur kruip ik in bed. Maar de slaap komt niet direct. Ikdenk weer aan de kus van Erna en haar hand op mijn. “You Beewolf. You kill Bugs, you and I have something in common.”The voice that the reptile was mimicking was that of the Borealan that it had encountered in the gym, course and gruff, with that rolling accent that almost made it sound Russian. Again, he wondered if the alien knew what it was saying. It certainly seemed to be associating the words in a way that made sense, even if they were a patchwork of disconnected voices and accents.“And what do you know about Bugs?” Jaeger asked.“Bugs, get. She used to come to our house whenever she gets time and in little time she became a very good family friend of ours. Nisha use to go for morning walk in her tight leggings and t-shirts. I have a crush on her from the day I seen her in her morning attire. So I always tried to see her in those clothes and go outside and wait for her to return. When see return from her morning jogging in all her sweat around breast & her armpits.This incident happened with me when my mother had to travel to. I was dancing with some girl I didn't know, she asked me if I wanted to go back to her place, I said yes. While I was fucking her, I was thinking about Josh's long lean body and his short fat cock. I came quickly, fingered her off, then left. If she'd told me her name, I'd forgotten it by the time I left. I was back at my place by 2am. That was Friday night. Monday afternoon, I didn't have anything to do. I ran a couple of errands and wound up by Josh and Meg's apartment. I wondered if Josh was.