I stood at the entrance for a few seconds, letting my eyes adjust to the low light, and listening to the music coming from the stage. There was a slig...t odor of weed in the room, which kinda surprised me, but I didn’t really mind. A nice buzz along with good music was always a good blend.The band was doing a slow, stripped version of Fool For Your Stockings, and I made my way to the bar thru the crowded table area. It was very dark and the tables and chairs were all full and close together, so. Nein, daswar nicht ernst gemeint, vergiss es! Zumal du ja jetzt eine Aufgabegefunden zu haben scheinst, die dich ausf?llt. Du bist eine: Kaum habe ichdich in Deutschland alleine gelassen, da angelst du dir meinen Ex-Partner!Dass er masochistische Tendenzen hat, wusste ich ja, zumal er mir erz?hlthat, dass du ihn als Kind ?bers Knie gelegt hast und er das ganz okayfand. Aber inzwischen ist er ein erwachsener Mann!Bei mir hat er sich nicht getraut, sich zu outen, aber die Beziehung w?reohnehin. What could be taking him so long? Something was going on, he could feel it in her soul. Rip should have been here hours ago! A million and one what ifs were forcing their way through her chaotic thoughts. What if today was the day they decided to never release him from prison, Rip said Angus had told him to come to the station immediately. What if Aries was hurt? She couldn’t bare the thought! She got off the couch and walked to the back porch, letting the sweet floral air fill her lungs. She. “She'll never know.” Paul shouts aloud, “NO!” He hangs up on Sylvie and launches himself to the door and runs through the rain to the car. He strains the ignition and, as he backs out of the driveway, he dials Clara's cell number. “The number you have dialled is not in service...please hang...” Goddammit! He should have known better. Clara was always forgetting to charge her phone. A normally thirty minute drive to her office downtown turns out to be an aggravating torture test of snarled.