Much more alive than the last time we had met face-to-face. Based on our correspondence, I knew the reason why.Stepping into the house, familiar sight... and smells enveloped me. Dad and I moved toward the hallway leading to the back bedrooms. The dark panelling of this area of the house annoyed me as usual. Why the fascination with making the place feel more confining than it actually was? I wondered.“We still haven’t lightened thing up through here,” said Dad, as if reading my mind.“Yeah, I. "Wie hättest du es denn gerne?" Mit dem Messer fährt er langsam runter und schneidet ihre Mantelknöpfe ab. Einen nach dem anderen. Sie zittert, hält still. Hofft so noch eine Chance zu bekommen. Er ist direkt vor ihr.Sie kann nicht weg. "oh Gott oh Gott." stöhnt sie leise und halb erstickt... Dann packt er Grob ihren Pullover und schneidet ihn mit dem Messer durch, genauso wie den Rest an Kleidung darunter. Dabei schneidet er ihr teilweise in die Haut und hinterlässt seine Spuren... Sie weint. He was a handsome man, with a messy brown mop of hair on the top of his head (obviously the black hair came from their mother) and a boyish face. He was somewhat short at only 61 but it didnt bother him. He raised the two girls by himself, since their mother had divorced him and run off with another man, but she never saw anger touch his features. He was always smiling or neutral. After all these years, she honestly started to believe he couldnt be angered. So, whats up? he asked her I just. As they entered the room Michael pulled Kathy down on the bed and again started kissing her. He made sure that the video camera had a good shot of her face as he pulled her down. As he kissed her, Michael ran his hand under her blouse and pulled her bra over her firm tits. He was surprised to find that her nipples were already hard. He told Kathy to take off her blouse and bra and get more comfortable. Setting up and pulling her blouse off she was looking right at the closet where Michael had.