I went into the kitchen and have dinner. When suddenly came from behind 2 young men. One of the most Frank said, holding me with his mouth full of v**...***e, so that I could not go screaming and the other man was probably the Sascha, put me in handcuffs. The men told me I should stop crying, I was so afraid. They have said that if I love, then both the House would soon leave again. I said to my tormentors, when looking for their cash, it is in the drawer. But Frank and Sascha just said, we do. However, my wife gets real absorbed in her projects and can sit at her computer until the sun comes up. The house could be crumbling around her and she wouldn't notice.A little explaining is in order. My wife is 6 years older than I, and had 2 daughters from her previous marriage. We also had our own daughter together. At the time, they were 16, 10, and 4. The two oldest being step-daughters.Michelle, the 16 year old had been physically and mentally abused by her natural father, and hadn't. I was itching to head to the venue, but Mom wouldn’t let me until the designated time on the instruction I had received from the officials.When it was finally time to go, Mom delayed me even more, making sure I had everything I needed, then we couldn’t find a taxi right away. We made it to the venue, fifteen minutes after the stated opening time, I was a bit anxious that I might be disqualified by arriving late, but there was no problem, I was early compared to a number of competitors.The set. She is more pleased seeing me appreciating and respecting a woman. We grabbed our glasses, collect ourselves and parked ourselves near the glass window. At that time I offered her more wine as we enjoyed the night view of the city.Finally we positioned ourselves closer. We’re both now under the influence of alcohol so I finally threw one of my hand on her waist with fear but she felt comfortable with it. Mrs. Ankita as well intentionally positioned herself so that our lips can melt together..