”“No, you´re not.”He was merely stating it. There was no aggression in his voice. She took a deep breath, before she took another sip. It was a... early Wednesday afternoon in April, both k**s were away on as week-long camp with school and her husband were also away, on a 3 day convention in Stockholm.She had been born and raised here, but she would still as Turkish and as a Muslim, although not a very strict one. She had been toying with the idea of having a lover, but she had never meant to go. Everything custom made to the need of the book. The two men are similarly tasked, but instead of illustrations, one of them specializes in photographic printing. The other is more of an editor and publisher. Custom paper and binding isn’t really their thing. What they kept was the concept of having images on the page along with the writing.”“So you’re saying images of the tour would be behind the words,” Consuela concluded.“Exactly.”“What images?” Katrina asked.“I know a lot of us took. However, I think that you should let Karla know that I am near. If she needs support or solace, I shall be there for her."Alfred agreed, yet voiced his doubts regarding that, in his eyes, questionable hostelry."Never mind. It will only be for a week or two. The food is decent enough, we shall not suffer any hardships. You should not stay in the chalet, Alfred, to keep things on the level."It was left to Helmut to provision the family retreat. Their normal food staples should do, plus whatever. " You need a wee, don't you?" Neil said with a grin."Yes," Paula murmured blushing. "I'll just go over here," she said pointing to the other side of the big tree."I need a wee too," Neil replied and got up. "I'll join you." Why?" Why not?" Neil shrugged and smiled at her. "What? You mean we can't go for a leak in the forest together?" It's weird," Paula replied. "I mean Andy, and I never did that in front of each other." Yeah well, I'm a bit less prudish," he muttered. "Why not? It's only.