Now I was committed to the project and meeting her, from here onward it would be very embarrassing to back out. Her name was Christine, I reminded mys...lf. Pretty name. When the door opened cautiously and she smiled at me I knew I didn’t want to back out at all. ‘Fräulein Stempler? Christine?’ ‘Mister Y?’ she responded, unsure of herself and shy. ‘Yes, I am Mister Y. My friends call me Dace. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance,’ and offered my hand formally. Her pleasant smile was. So the atmosphere was even more relaxed. She asked me if I would have hit on her if she wouldn't have been my sister. When we went out from the restaurant she gave me a very warm and hard hug. Hanging on to me, i really liked it, feeling her warmth and her body. Suddenly she leaned her head backwards and kissed me on the mouth. The kissed was a bit to long and hard to be a joyful kiss to a really good friend or sister. She said "sorry b*o if I am clinging on you, I couldn't help it, I just love. The thought of lying over his knee washumiliating...especially with all the boys watching. She trieddesperately to think of a way out, but she had no luck. Even her mothercouldn't help her. She wouldn't be home from her job in the factory foranother two hours.But he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He grabbed her wrist andpulled him down. "Don't make it harder on yourself, you brat!" he said,forcing her down over his lap. Before she knew what was happening shewas over his knees, his arm. But somehow the elves, or maybe fairies, because they're more magical and the whole fairy dust and everything, they observe the goings on and make fun of them." What fools these mortals be." Yeah. Like Oberon and Titania, except I don't want them to be King and Queen." Maybe the dancers could be children learning from the King and Queen." We could have voices of maturity guiding them or reprimanding them or causing them to rebel." Literal or like the Charlie Brown mature voices without words.