With the fingertips of my other hand I stroked her palm and her fingers up to the tips of her hands. Karin closed her eyes and signaled to me with a s...ft, pleasant moan that she obviously liked it very much. With gently circling movements I pampered the inside of her forearm up to the crook of her arm and reaped an even more intense moaning in return. Finally she closed her hand tightly around mine.Then Karin stood up and led me close to the now brightly blazing fireplace. "Pit, I want you to. I dressed as I would normally, shorts, a loose blouse and a light jacket before heading out to the barn to gather up my horse and supplies for the day. I grabbed my leather chaps to protect my legs in the thick brush and weeds and headed out.The sun was barely peeking over the hilltops as I threaded my way to the property line and guided my horse onto the new land, which we had dubbed 'Wonderland'. I had a topographical map and busily established a system of marking the map while tying bright. As though he were on edge. With a casual glimpse down at the passenger's notebook--which was labeled with the name 'Richter'--the conductor caught sign of what looked to be some cyber-leg designs. Was he inventing something? Even if so, the conductor didn't care enough to try to get a better look; it wasn't like he was smart enough to steal the blueprints and pass them off as his own, anyway.As the train slowed to a crawl, rearing into the station, the chugging, grinding sound of the wheels. So I didn’t wait. We are not strangers. You didn’t stay at this chalet last year but you met me and we danced together several times. Remember?” I thought back to last year. I had gone to only one dance but I had met a blonde girl and danced with her. She hadn’t been wearing dirndl. What had she been wearing? And her name hadn’t been Trudi had it? Then the picture of her in my arms flashed into my brain. “Yes, Trudi, I remember. You were wearing a low cut dark blue ball gown with large puff.