“Gesagt, getan, auf an die Bar! Statt eines Bierchens, welches uns nicht schmecken will, trinken wir lieber Cappuccino und Espresso. Zudem wollen wi... unsere Lebensgeister wecken statt in weiterer Zecherei zu betäuben. Guter Dinge und voller Erwartung kehren wir nach 'ner knappen Stunde zurück.Unsere vulgären Fetisch-Queens - Huldigerinnen perverser Gelüste Die Tür verschlossen, wir klopfen an. Uschi oder ' Wer? 'öffnet und schließt schnell hinter uns wieder zu.Aus der Sonne. Mom said something to Dad. She got up and headed toward the bathrooms. After taking another drink from my cup, I got up, told Brad I'd be right back, and walked toward the restrooms.I went into the building but didn't see my mom. All of the stalls were vacant. I thought for a moment and walked out. That's when I saw Mr. Weaver walking around the building. Being very quiet, I snuck around the other side. I peeked around the edge of the building, clapping my hand over my mouth when I saw. I always wished that I could belike Guinevere.So with enough money saved up I took my trip to England for a 3 monthlong summer adventure. Once I got to England I couldn?t wait to explorethe off beaten places.On the 4th day out I had gone on a visit to Stonehenge. What a magicalplace it was. I had always heard that with some people touching thestone would transport their spirit back to the times of the druids. Wellit was true. I touch one of the stones as light was fading and as soonas I did I. We’re at least two hours into our travel across the great canyon – they initiated an impressive rail system a year or so ago, supposedly for better access from A to B. Not that it makes the scenery any less pleasant, but it shows how man-made things are always in effect with nature. I make the most of my sitting in these rather comfy cabin chairs by gazing out over the canyon. Seldom do I choose to offer a glance to my equally less-than-talkative companion, who when I do look is never breaking.