I smoked a cigarrete and went back up to my room. this time her curtains were closed. i opened my door and went inside. i sat on the bed thinkin of th... things id like to do to her. when the phone rang. i answered it and it was her on the phone.she said hi peeper and i went to go into defensive mode when she asked if i had a good show. she didnt seem mad so i asked her when the next one was. she laughed and said no its your turn this time. she told me her name and i told her mine. she said she. Hiding behind a tree,I waited until Helmut returned to the car and it drove off beforeentering the churchyard and seeking out that grave. When I did I got ashock. The headstone read:RUDOLF SCHUMACHER, 1921 - 1942Schumacher. This couldn't be a coincidence. He had to be related to EvaSchumacher, the dead woman whose identity I had stolen. He was 21 at thetime he died, the same age as I am now, but who was he? If I was EvaSchumacher now then I obviously needed to know everything I could abouther. As we were getting settled, Marty started questioning ourfriends. "So, what did you two think of American football?"Sarah was the first to answer 'It was fun. Pretty violent but veryinteresting" Nikki nodded in agreement with her wife's answer, "but not asviolent as rugby, which I remember all too well." Nikki stated. I watchedJenny out of the corner of my eye. I could see she wasn't buying thefriendly banter Marty was trying put up. "Daddy, what is going on?"Marty looked at Jenny and then. I kept picturing those firm young tits and sparse blonde bush. I squirmed a bit.By the way, notice I hadn't pulled out my dope. I had a sense this was part of what had happened and I wanted to leave it out of the picture for now. But even there she had me."You're fidgeting, Dave. Go ahead and toke up, it's OK, I won't freak out."I didn't. I just raised my hand to acknowledge what she'd said, to encourage her to continue."You really had me going that night. I don't think I've ever been as turned.