“I don’t know if your “b*o” told you or not, but my husband and I split up.”, she claimed. I didn’t want to go into any further details ab...ut the issue so I tried to steer the conversation into another direction. But without fault, she kept pressing at the subject. After about another 35 minutes had passed by, I finally told her that I had to go. “You know you are more than welcome to come and visit anytime you want.”, she said. Thinking nothing of it, I ran on with the rest of my day. What. ‘No. It’s not for sale because it’s set aside for someone as a gift. My brother and I had a falling out when we were younger, and we no longer speak to each other. I talk with his wife and my niece and nephew regularly, though, and visit them when he is away. That’s when I saw them racing.’ Taking a deep breath, I nodded. ‘You two discuss details, and I’ll model for you, but I decide if the particulars are acceptable. How many paintings do I need to model for?’ Keven smiled like he had just won. She held the kiss. It was, he thought at first, an almost chaste kiss of mutual trust. Then he felt her tongue probing, then finding his tongue. He couldn’t have been more surprised. He later began to wonder if the whole basis of their relationship was about to change. The answer turned out to be no. The poem he found in his school mailbox suggested, perhaps, she was having second thoughts about their relationship. Deciphering poetry had never been a strong suit of his though and he didn’t. Er sah das im Wohnzimmer noch Licht brannte. Er lugte durch den Türspalt und sah seine Mutter sitzen. Sie saß, den Kopf in die Hände gestützt vor dem Schreibtisch, Kontoauszüge und Briefe vor sich. Dann drehte er sich um als er die Tür hörte. Katrin betrat das Haus. Seine Schwester lächelte ihn an. Dann sah auch sie ins Wohnzimmer.„Sie sitzt immer noch da“ fragte Katrin?„Ja es scheint wirklich schlimm zu sein. Ich glaube ich werde wieder in mein altes Zimmer ziehen und sie unterstützen.“„Ich.