They were faking romance. But I see you are really a girl. I love you.I was still wearing my tees and jeans.Me : so dont you have anything for your gi...l to wear?Varun : yes, the old guys, they never cross dress. I bought them something but they didnt wear itMe : but I need new.Varun : yes dear. I will buy you the costumes and dress when I go outside.I checked the clock and it was nearing 6’o clock in the evening. I raised from his lap. Then pulled him bu his collar like sexy girls do. I asked. Cheryl was serving a middle-aged couple when the bell on the shop door rang to indicate that another potential customer was entering.Cheryl instinctively looked up and beyond the couple that she was serving and her body froze because the person that had entered the shop was Karl. Cheryl must have been open-mouthed and in a world of her own as the incredibly good-looking youth grinned at her, she was so distracted that the lady that she had supposed to be serving said, "Our change?" Oh yes,. The lady bade her sit down at her side and wanted to hear her story since it was obvious that something very fishy was going on here. The man, not her uncle of course, and only recently seconded to her Highness, had found her in Hamburg seeking shelter in some ruins near the harbour, quite dirty, scared and extremely hungry. When he approached her he appeared to be kind, offering food and a warm place to stay and so she went with him. He sneaked her aboard the luxury coach, told everybody that. I decided I would ask Louise where she met him because chances were he would still frequent the same locations.The next morning arrived much too soon because of my lack of sleep but I slipped out of bed, took care of my morning shower duties and headed to the kitchen. I was determined to discover the information on the bastard who raped Louise. He would never bother her or us again.Louise woke up, stumbled into the kitchen and asked, “Masha, what time is it?”I replied, “Michael is coming over.