FKK Geschichten rund um einen Campingplatz am SeeKarl Heinz setzte sich unter sein Vordach.Wie im jeden Jahr hatte er die selbe Platznummer gebucht. E...n geräumiger Wohnwagen mit Doppelbett, mit Aussicht auf die Liegewiese vor dem See. Jedes Jahr der gleiche Standort, allerdings mit wechselnden Angebot. Der 56 jährige Bauarbeiter ließ seinen Blick über die Neuen wandern. Die meisten kamen nicht nur zum FKK sonnen und baden her. Der kleine idyllisch gelegene Campingplatz war ein Insider unter. " I nod and thank the doctor for his time before leaving theclinic with Beverly and Sarah."That's two people now who have told you the exact same thing," Beverlysays confidently."Two TRAINED PROFESSIONALS," Sarah emphasizes. "Two people who know whatthey're talking about probably even better than you do! How long are yougoing to keep running away from what you want more than anything?" My parents just wouldn't understand," I whine as Beverly drives us backto her home."Yes. They. Would." Sarah. I just let them run down my cheeks.“I don’t know,” I whispered.He got up and came to my side of the table. He held out his hand, and when I stood he held me for a few moments. I tried not to cry, honestly I did, but I was so sad.He let go of me and sat down. He pulled me onto his lap. I felt huge, tall, and he looked small, somehow, because his head was below mine.“You are something,” he sighed. I hiccupped. He put a hand on my thigh and went on. “When you were thirteen, you came to a. The third was for the maintenance company that serviced the two gated apartment communities. A Swiss corporation that bore only my name owned them. It is called hiding your assets from the wife. “Jane, come in here,” I called through the open door. “It is time for plan B.” “Start looking for a new office for the management company,” I told her. “Hire me a new receptionist and you run the new office. As of today this is a property maintenance company and nothing else.”“What’s going on, Dad?”.