I can't give you a drink without his approval." Wait!" I said. "You look familiar. What's your name?" Amy." Amy!" Is there something wrong with Amy?" ...o, no," I said, quickly understanding what was going on. "I'm okay. My name is Chris Walker." The doctor needs to check you out and if you're okay you can see your wife."My wife? This time I had the sense not to voice it.I was back.I was in the present time and things were different than they were before. I was the adult version of the younger. The pâtissier kept a clean house. Minimalist, even. The layout was the same as Hannelore's place, only reversed -- for example, Maris's bedroom was on the righthand side of the apartment, whereas Hannelore's was on the left. It suddenly occurred to Hannelore that her bedroom most likely adjoined Maris's.Aside from an overfull bookshelf, Maris didn't seem interested in decorating his apartment. Speaking of books, there was one sitting on the coffee table. Hannelore picked it up, turned it over. Unfortunately i ended up in another job where I just stood, watching and protecting others.To be fair Roman always treated and paid me reasonably well.But one night I was guarding the lift in a hotel Roman owned, when a guy maybe slightly older than me changed everything. I was guarding Roman's Daughter Olive I was sentry outside her door, about midnight she opened her door and asked if she could talk to me.She told me she had a guy coming and to let him in.Her dad was fairly laid back with. She didn't make a fuss about thatkind of thing, not yet at least, and I didn't find it to be anythingunusual or special.Yet this was something new and exciting. I didn't know why. It wasjust interesting to look at a naked teenage girl with small, firmbreasts with pointy pink nipples. A girl with hair above her pussywas also interesting and different from the other three girls. Mom'sbreasts and pussy were, of course, much more developed yet they didn'thave this effect on me.Sheila was excited by.