I mean...”“It’s okay. It was just a suggestion. If they’re private, you don’t have to talk about them. For sure, some of my dreams would be ...mbarrassing to talk to my boyfriend about. I still dream about our first real kiss when you had your hand ... you know.”“I know. I sometimes dream about that, too. But that’s not what I mean. I can’t talk about my dreams. Not that I don’t want to, but there aren’t words. I stumble all over and get frustrated. I ... I ... can’t...” Damnit! My throat was. Fortunately, she calmed down enough to consider the fact that it would mean her missing the all-important prom that was only two nights away.She gave him one of her best Julie smiles and whispered, “We will have to see what happens, sweetie. Just be sure to bring some protection because I plan to go to college after the summer.”*The photos were a big success and she was certain the lipstick and the eyeshadow made her face look a lot more interesting than when she went without any make-up at. We were welcomed with a drink in the small bar, and the girls were given some special attention and honor because of their fame I guessed. Of course at some point we had to try a Swedish ‘delicacy’, called “surströmming”, fermented Baltic herring. My god, what a smell that was. The can had to be opened in a bucket of fresh water and outside, standing back for several yards and then eating it with using one hand to close you nose, while with the other hand trying to fork a slimy piece with the. Dazu trug Sie High Heels und eine schöne weiße Bluse. Sie sah sich um, ich schickte ihr eine Nachricht.„Schön, dass du gekommen bist, wie ich es verlangt habe.“„Wer bist du, wo bist du?“„Das ist erstmal Nebensache. Ich möchte, dass du aufs Klo gehst und in die 1. Kabine gehst. Im Klorollenbehälter ist ein kleines Geschenk für dich. Melde dich wenn du dort bist.“Bettina zögerte, ging aber dann doch Richtung Toilette.„Ich bin da.“„Gut, hast du das Päckchen?“„Ja, was ist das?“„Wirst du gleich.