She found herself having this thought at least once each morning she woke in her sister’s surprisingly spacious Manhattan apartment, particularly wh...n she looked out the window at St. Mark’s Place laid out thirty stories below. The street itself had been an adventure of head shops, tattoo parlors, restaurants with at least three times as many cuisines as she’d ever tasted, and an entire store dedicated to socks. She’d walked the length of that street known as a center of the counterculture. .. ‘ Juan said and let down his guard towards Wendy. ‘Why not try out the car’ She offered. As she opened the passenger door and indicated for him to try out the seat. Juan smiled and got into the car and sat down. ‘Wow!’ This is a real cool car’ Juan was impressed with the interior of the car. ‘Scoot over, try the drivers seat’ She told him. Juan moved over from the passenger side into the drivers seat and took hold of the steering wheel. Wendy got into the passenger seat and closed the door.. “Sure. Sure they can. I mean, I had to sign a waiver. But it’s all this personal rights legislation these days you know. And the woman doing it, God, she’s the best. A real ball breaker is Katjia.” “Katjia?” Richard swallowed, not sure what else to say. “Yeah, she’s the best apparently. She worked in Somalia as a medical aid worker, and was taken by one of the warlords. He used her to castrate his prisoners. It was a case of her doing them, or her life. Yeah, right, as though she had a choice.. Sie schien seine Tochter zu sein, wie Philipp hinter einem Busch geduckt aus den Gesprächsfetzen heraushören konnte."Übertreibe es nicht, Joachim. Du bist doch nur drei Tage weg!", rief eine lachende Frauenstimme und eine bildhübsche Frau mit phantastischer Figur und langen blonden Haaren kam ins Blickfeld. Sie trug eine weiße Bluse und eine blaue enge Jeanshose welche in fast kniehohen schwarzen Lederstiefeln steckte. Sie bewegte sich kunstvoll auf den neun Zentimeter hohen Schuhen zu dem Mann.