Wonderful.’ His name is Greg, and he treats her like property. Would you like the receipt in the bag or with you?’ ‘Angie, meet me for coffee wh...n you get off work … can you?’ She scrunches up her pretty face a little, and says, ‘Mmm, alright Michael, I’m off at three so how about meeting me at Starbucks around the corner?’ ‘Great. See you there.’ Angela is pretty, petite, and seems like a very sweet girl! She and I have flirted a little over carrots, cans of soup, and zucchini sliding across. Mas a história não envolve nenhuma Alemã (com pena minha) mas sim uma norte americana. Chamemos lhe K. K era uma mulher loura com cabelo curto mas bom para agarrar, peitos pequenos mas firmes e, mais importante ainda, uma maluca entre 4 paredes. Curiosamente, a primeira vez que a conheci estava um bocado (muito) embriagado, mas ainda sabia o que estava a fazer, numa festa com um pessoal que se encontrava na mesma situação que eu (erasmus). Eis que ela vem ter comigo (coisa rara para uma mulher. Millie stood up and picked up the coffee pot.“She’s twenty-two—still lives with her parents. Whaddya say?”“I’ll have to let you know on that, Millie. I’m tied up this weekend, anyway. I promised I’d help on the farm.”“Think it over, but don’t think too long. A pretty thing like Bonnie won’t stay on the shelf for long.”Millie walked away and Cal looked down at the toast that he’d only half-eaten. He realized he wasn’t hungry. He took a big swallow of his coffee and left some money on the table.. For ten minutes there was silence as Fazia tried to weigh up her companion. With her slight tan and the insignificant touches of makeup she could be taken for perhaps an Iranian or Eastern Arab woman, especially as she wore both khim?r and hijab. Otherwise there was no sign, but the single dull metal ring on her ring finger and the obvious care of the manicure that adorned her finger tips with black and silver.On the other hand, Gudrun knew all about the small girl who sat opposite her. She had.