Ich ging zurück zu meiner Wohnung und hörte, dass eine SMS angekommen war.Erol hatte geschrieben >hier tut sich einiges ich werde Dir später berich...enMorgen werden wir durch den Tunnel gehen, unsere Fahrzeuge, die in Paralimini stehen, bereitmachen und unsere Waffen aus dem Lager holen. Dann werden wir ein Lager überfallen in dem lauter schwule Jungen leben sollen und sie alle töten, das was die machen ist doch gegen Allahs Willen, obwohl das was ich gerade spüre himmlisch ist, so geil hat mich. “A gift from my late husband. He didn’t want other men to look at me longingly because of something he wasn’t able to give himself.”Her voice was so calm and controlled that it almost gave me shivers. However, I was able to sense that there were more feelings behind that hard surface. Complicated feelings. Then again, there was nothing very complicated in the way I felt. The anger I had felt was replaced by something else - satisfaction. All the time those eyes were locked to mine. I nodded. And to my utter concern he pushes her back-over and pulls her by her feet like an a****l into his cave, her long hair dragging behind her like a limp broom! It's maybe not a wise move for a cannibal to show mercy to a women, because he could end up easily in his own tribes cooking pot! All I can hear is a heated argument, and I'm sure that Kundali wouldn't survive her insolence for long! But the quarrel soon subsides and is replaced by the grunting sounds of a wild copulation. And to my horror. Your mother and I told you not to go and you ignored us. The cops always shut the parties down and kids drink far too much and get rushed to hospital.” “What’s the big deal?” I asked, raising my arms. “I had one beer, I left before things got messy. And I’m home, aren’t I?” I asked. “Keep your voice down Christa,” he snarled. Jack was quiet for a moment, thinking things through. “How’d you get in the house? We took your key away.” “Oh yeah right, like I’m going to tell you that,” I.