"Schön brav sauberlecken..." flüsterte ich ihr ins Ohr.Erneut nahm ich hinter ihr Platz und suchte eine andere Kugelkette heraus, die etwas größer...war. Bei dieser waren die Kugeln etwas enger aneinander. Bevor ich auch nur die erste Kugel einführen konnte musste ich feststellen, dass ihre Strumpfhose im Weg war. Die Maschen waren zu eng gestrickt. Beherzt griff ich in zwei Machen und zog einmal kräftig dran. Die Hose zerriss fast widerstandslos unter dem Druck meiner Finger. So wurde mir ein. Silence, he walked from room to room looking for his beloved daughter. There was no sign of her anywhere. When James got to Chrystal's room he saw the diary open on the bed , he smiled thinking she was playing a game with him writing another story about the two of them . How wrong he was . When James read the note Chrystal had written his heart sank .What had he done? “I have to find her.” He shouted out loud tears streaming down his face. Where has my darling baby girl gone her car is still. The smell of spoiled fish, or the smell of a broken gas line. It’s funny though. Ever hear the saying, ONE MAN’S GARBAGE IS ANOTHER MAN’S TREASURE?? She looked at me with a knowing smile. There was a gleam in her eyes and her face reddened. ?Well yes Max, I have heard that before. Are you calling my feet garbage?? she teased. ?No I’m definitely not Sara. I haven’t even seen them yet.? ?But what about their foul smell Max? I’m not sure you could handle it?? . I was forced to use the house phone in the sitting room. Karl's first questions (again) were whether I was safe (yes) and if I was happy (yes, indeed). I told Karl about our picnic and the drive and the hotel. I got the feeling I could have told him everything we did and he would have understood. Karl seemed to acquiesce to this new situation. He can be bold, brave and willing to take chances. He was a pilot, for heaven’s sake. But he also has this other side. “All that matters is that you.