No matter how depraved, no matter how bestial… Again, let me remind you of the ‘irony’ of my existence. I can never again know satisfaction, but...I can have whoever I want… So who do I want tonight, as I hide here in the wine cellar of my greatest enemy? As I hide underneath von Gelding’s very house, as he scours the countryside in search of my walking carcass? Who I want… and who I shall surely have… is his daughter, Greta… who sleeps unsuspectingly in her room, in the house above me. I must. Cheeks burning with embarrassment I got up and slunk away. Needless to say, I look for the nearest booth selling cloths and bought a new pair of shorts. Then went to the restroom and put them on. Another time, I was wearing a loose fitting pair of gym shorts. Dark enough and loose enough that there was no panty line. I was sitting down and noticed a girl standing about five feet away looking at my crotch. Looking down at myself I realized that the loose legs were gaping open two or three inches. ..if...you know...I'm turning you on."She glanced up at him shyly as if afraid. Had she said the wrong thing? Jumped to a mistaken conclusion? He stared into her eyes through the lenses of her glasses, seeing how green her eyes were for the first time. It wasn't lust he felt in that moment, not love either, so he wasn't sure what motivated him to kiss her. Her cupped her face and lowered his lips to hers. She tilted her head in ready acceptance, her eyes fluttering closed, and she. We came together shouting out our pleasure then watched each other lick our fingers clean. ‘Are you angry? I know the bucket list rules say we’re supposed to get mutual consent for other people but I didn’t think you’d mind.’ ‘Not at all.’ I said and meant it. ‘That’s good because Kirsty isn’t going back to France until Saturday afternoon so we can do something with her Friday evening.’ ‘Do something? I asked for clarification. ‘Hang on, let me read this text.’ Sarah said picking up her phone.