Jule Petersen, the beautiful, red-blonde and blue-eyed nursing student, meets him in the ward corridor and with a bashful smile on her sweet full lips...wishes him a pleasant night ...Two weeks earlier:I took a sip of coffee, clicked on the proposal and was moved. It was a young 18-year-old girl named Jule Petterson, whose family had recently immigrated here from Denmark. She needed the job to support her family. Her father had died and her mother was ill, so Jule had to look after her younger. They ... killed him, too. I can’t believe it! Oh, my God! Fuck them! Fuck those fucking motherfuckers! Damn them all!” the woman continued to cradle in my arms before Gabriel looked at me with a question.I nodded, signaling an abrupt end to the Town Hall. With that, a trumpet blew so loudly that it would cause a mere mortal’s eardrums to burst had it blown any longer than it did. Every single person in the audience who had been baptized, which included just two more people since I held this. I deserve some time to myself. I throw my phone on the bed, and as I do it vibrates again.“Ok that’s it, she needs to let me breathe!” I exclaim to the room grabbing my phone ready to give her a piece of my mind. But as I see the notification, I realise it isn’t a message from her, but from someone, I am much more glad to hear from. “Hey sweet cheeks, looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, I have the whole evening planned out, trust me it’s going to be fun!”Suddenly my mood changes to a much. She tasted of mint. Her lips were so soft and warm. Jesus, she felt so good!Addison’s hand rested on my hip and, as our kiss developed with the tease of a tongue, her hand cautiously moved behind me, rising to my back, and her knee edged between my legs until our bodies were pressed tightly together.Arousal rushing at me, I reached down and caressed her bottom over her nightshirt. Addison had a spectacular ass; rounded buttocks, small, firm yet yielding, the exciting tease of her butt crack.