Jean-Baptiste smiled. Thank you milady, he said in a mock-British accent, then we both laughed. That evening, long after Jean-Baptiste left, I lay on ...y bed, thinking about him. The brother is good-looking, smart and successful. He’s learning about Islam. Still, he’s bisexual. Could he love a woman like me? I called my friend Fatima and asked her for advice. I omitted the part about Jean-Baptiste’s bisexuality, since I know she’s a gossip maven. Honey you need to convert that man and give him. . wie hatte ich mich nur dazu Überreden lassen können? Jetzt befand ich mich mitten im Nirgendwo des afrikanischen Busches. Während mein Vater mit meinem Onkel gemeinsam rausgefahren waren um lauter als jeder Elefant zu Jagen versuchten, hatte ich mich alleine auf den Weg gemacht. Zwar hatte mich der Führer gewarnt das es hier wilde Stämme gab die noch etwas rückständig seien aber nach der "Siedlung" in der wir wohnten ging es wohl nicht noch primitiver.Nichteinmal Wind wehte für etwas. The foreign woman pressed her body against Amelie´s backside. There was a scent of flowery perfume in the air. A soft kiss on the other shoulder, a stranger´s hand on her breast. “I will own you now...you are mine..” the stranger said. Amelie nodded and tried to find out where this woman could fit in. Could it be the girl she had covered for at that strip-bar?Who ever she was, she moved a little and opened the top 2 buttons in Amelie´s dark red velvet dress. Could she have been from the. Time is different here. I was there when you fainted at the airport and I was there when you went through all those dangerous missions in Viet Nam, trying to get yourself killed. You didn't find another girl, hell you didn't even try to. I wanted more than anything for you to be happy, but all these years you just dragged on."This afternoon when you cried on the guitar that was given to you with love from me, the guitar that you played for all those years while I cheered you on, it set up.