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Lasse did not know how to act when he entered the train that was supposed to take him home again after a long day at work. Yes, he had travelled this 15 minute long journey millions of times but none of these many times his head had been aching like it did now...

It all began with tons of over time work for several nights in a row. Heavy work carrying furniture, filed boxes and more rubbish that just had to be moved immediately... Then the cold arrived... So now he sat here on the train with dropping nose, blocked ear and, worst of all, a head prepared to explode at any minute...

Even if he truly had understood that something had been wrong earlier it was not until he had entered the train station watching all the other  passengers moving around like in slow motion for then hearing the sound of a man pushing a big TV on the ground in front of him he actually got scared. The man (he who was pushing the TV) had been hiding his face under a hood on his jacket and when Lasse looked at him he thought he saw a face with two burning eyes starring back at him...

Well, on the train he sat down on a bench covered with glass from the window that began broke down more and more... Of course he had moved to another seat almost directly but did he not feel a piece sitting still on his rear end?

Tumbeli, tumblie, The sound of the train did never want to stop and now (on top of everything) Lasse began to feel nauseous too. His stomach began to felt strange also... - Ohhh, help!!! (Lasse almost screamed of pain...)

Just in the last second the train arrived to station and it was time to get off. Walking like a zombie the distance to his home feeling just plain lousy and sick the cell phone goes off and before Lasse manage to pick up the phone and answer the phone signals "One missed call"...

Muttering words we cannot print in this story Lasse dial the number to his phone's answering machine and hear the following message by someone with a very beautiful voice:

"Hi Darling, It is me Princess... Would you like to come over to my place tomorrow night? I have missed you heavenly!"

Hmm, life is not bad lovely Lasse thought and a pleasant smile began to grow on his face when of some unknown reason at the same time he began to sing the song "I feel good..." there he walked along with happy dance moves on the pavement...

The following story I was told by a scarecrow and a hungry goat I once met.

Once upon a time in a little village, far away from the field I am standing on, a boy and a girl in their blossom ages became a couple thanks to a soft kiss of love.

Everyone in the city (including their parents) blessed their love when the said kiss became known and shortly thereafter it was time for the couple to also confirm their feelings before God through a wedding.

The wedding day had a lovely weather in store for our couple. The sky was cobalt blue and sun shined beautifully down on everyone in the village. The boy was almost crying when he was thinking on how lucky he was on this special day while he walked down to the small church in the end of the main street together with his best friend. He was dressed in a white shirt and a black tuxedo and had water combed his hair thoroughly the whole morning in order to calm down his nervousity.

At the purge to the church the two men decided to wait for the bride that, by the way, arrived shortly thereafter. Dressed in a completely white wedding dress she left the car together with her family. Yes, she really looked as a fairy tale Princess both her future husband and the best man thought when they saw her.

The wedding ceremony where beautiful. The priest where old friend to their families and knew exactly how he should behave. Besides, they all had been on the wedding rehearsal many times and had therefore no reason to panic when it was time for their "I do".

Then it was time for the boy to give his confirmation and of some reason he now loosed his voice because of his nervousity. He wanted so much to answer "I do" but then, when he thought on how much the three small letters really mattered, he got scared and was unsure if he was able to fulfil the promise he wanted to give his love.

The church was absolutely silent and the boy felt everyone's eyes on him.

With tears in his eyes he then with a trembling light voice said, "I cannot", turned around and went out from the girl he loved of whole his heart.

Of course everyone got shocked and furious on the boy when he disappeared like that but not so long afterwards this episode was almost forgotten since the girl had found another boy. A rich boy that very easily could fulfil all her dreams.

Outside the church building when this new wedding took place our boy waited, well hidden, for the couple to come out. Although he had convinced himself that this was for the best as his love now had her future secured in a way he never could give he still could not help to wonder why he felt such sorrow as he did in his heart.

6 months later an uncle to the boy passes my field asking for permission to leave the goat with me. As the said marriage never happened the uncle had kept his wedding gift with him but now the gift was eating him out from the house.

Alfie could not believe the miracle of meeting the beautiful lady he was dancing a Greek sorb with on the habour pier outside the little village he was temporarily staying in.

After several years of pretty hard struggling in his, at this time of the year, rather cold home country, he had finally taken one month off to celebrate a traditional Christmas in the foreign country he now truly enjoyed himself.

Although he felt quite small at first, when he had landed on the airport, it had not taken long before he more or less had bumped into this beautiful lady. Well, actually it was she who had come driving in a pretty fancy car along the coast road and more or less forced him to jump down into a ditch muddier than the muddiest he ever had seen.

The orchestra now played for the last song. A kind of rock ballad with a verse he also began to sing in his beloved's beautiful left ear... "I think I will die tonight when I look in your eyes..."

As always, dreams come to an end and so did Alfie's holiday and said romance. After days filled with picnics, listening on heartbeats (they had both been laughing when they listened to his heart, as it seemed to follow a conga rhythm) he was now heading in a crowded flight back to his ordinary life. On the journey home he was pretty angry at the idiom that says: "It is better to end a dream while it is at its best, instead of waiting until it gets nasty".

The following months many telephone calls and letters were sent between two people in love but because of natural reasons due to the distance the romantic parts in the relationship was slowly faded away and suddenly the complete contact had also vanished.

Maybe it was this Alfie was thinking about one winter some years later when he forgot to look twice before he crossed a heavy trafficked road on a cold and slippery dark evening and became a victim of hit and run accident. It ended so badly that the doctors could not see how they could rescue more than his heart. Thanks to their computers they soon discovered that a lady would need it far, far away and a big rescue operation therefore soon took place.

Three years later the beautiful lady Alfie had met during his holiday enjoyed the new life she got after a heart transplant she had been going through earlier. It had gone fine although she could wonder sometimes why her new heart never quit stop beating a familiar
tune of happy conga rhythms.

The same dream comes to me every night.
Yes, it is a dream where I get you in my sight.

In this dream we stand on an empty ferry.
As always you are looking beautiful and merry.

On the beach we pass stands a colourful lemon tree
and from it to us comes now a little loving bee.

It wants to us some love send
before my dream reach its end.

Suddenly I watch directly into your beautiful eyes.
It was like to see directly into the Paradise.

Laying now my arms around you as in a hug
made me richer than the owner of a golden nudge.

In the hug we both feel that the final kiss now comes closer...
Then my alarm bell calls and again I wake up feeling as a loser...

One evening you went out for a stroll around the block.
I stayed at home but got a few minutes later a dreadful chock.

I was just on my second glass of Belgian beer
when a crash and your scream I suddenly hear.

There, just outside our garden, I see you and a foreign blue car.
You where laying on the street like a wounded soldier from a war.

I run towards you with eyes full of tears.
The whole neighbourhood now my sorrow hears.

Even if my arrival was absolutely too late
I did not understand I had loosed you my mate.

Not until after the funeral I realised that my future now is in vain.
Yes, I decided to end my endless heartbroken pain.

The following day a man began his eternal sleep fully convinced that
he will meet his Love again because as we all know: True Love Never Dies.

It all began when the Spring semester started shortly after my old man had decided that we all (mom, dad, my dog Rico and, of course myself) should move to another city for beginning a new life. As my dad was working in the army I had heard the same story a lot of times before....

Anyhow, there I come to the class the principal for the new university had assigned me to for just finding out that I was far behind my new classmates in subjects like math for example. Yes, I was so far behind so our teacher asked Jennifer (a simply gorgeous girl that sat two rows in front of me) to become my tutor.

We (Jennifer and I) then met every Tuesday evening for two hours hard  studying in the school library. - Yes, we truly placed our souls in the studding as I truly wanted to catch my new mates knowledges.  So at first nothing special occurred between me and Jennifer but then, during our 9:th session, the light in the library was blown out. It became completely dark around us. I could only see something I believed was a shadow on the other side of the wooden desk I sat at. After a few seconds of complete silent the world's most beautiful voice hears... "Please help me. I am afraid of darkness"... Yes, it was my tutor Jennifer who had spoken... I felt a hand grabbing my right hand fast but also in a soft and a gentle way.  Then we just sat there we sat  in the completely darkness without saying so much as slightest sound until the light came back.

Needless to say anything else than that we became a romantic couple after this experience in the library. We began to hang out more with each other, watching movies, skinny dipping in the cold lake and just sitting in a hamburger restaurant sharing the same meal of fries...

Months later  we both were a bit drunk and giggling a cold but clear September evening, since Ted, a classmate, had been giving a party earlier, when we on the way home from the party sneaked into the sport arena hand in hand. We managed to open the doors and climbing the fence needed for reaching the most beautiful spot in the arena.

With only the stars and the full moon shining above us we then became together as one.

It was wonderful to feel our souls for the first together as one.

 I was so happy so wanted those moments to last forever - I was sure that I would never experience such happiness again. Minutes, feeling like an eternity, afterwards we say goodbye to each other outside my Princess' house.  I watched her going towards the front door before I drive away with my old man's new bought car...

On the short way home I lose the control of the car and smash into a tree. Since not many people are out on this road at nights they do not found me until the following morning.

Yes, it was to late to rescue me but I do not mind actually...

As a ghost I can follow My Princess wherever I want too... but ok. I confess. It is not funny to see her creating a family with Ted - the guy who indirect is responsible for my present situation.

Where am I?  Why am I here? I open my eyes as much possible looking around in the darkness that is surrounding me. As it is chilly I try to move my body for getting in a warmer position but it is impossible. My body does not obey me. All I can do is to lay on my back like this starring out in the complete darkness around me. I try to close my eyes.

It is really cold now. I am not sure I can stand it so much longer. I open my mouth and a silent scream comes through my dry broken lips out into the complete darkness around me. Why can I not move my body?

I am really frozen now. My body has begun to shiver. The darkness around me is complete. What is wrong with me? Where am I?

When I had given up I suddenly saw a very tiny ray of light far, far away in the darkness I have been starring into lately. As more this light is increasing its power as less pain and hopelessness I feel. I close my eyes and say a little prayer for the first time on ages in my adult life.

The light is almost here now. It shines so strongly when it is approaching me like this and makes me to feel...

An angry and long "Nooo" was heard from Chief Medical Doctor Jake Doe on Central Hospital when he realized that he and his team members had failed in their attempts to rescue their patient.

After a few seconds of complete silence (only the rain stroking the half opened window was heard) Jake tells his nurse June to write "...time of death 1.45 a.m." in the hospital manual and walks disappointed out from the room waiting for the next patient to come into his professional care.

Princess was more upset than what she ever had been before when she talked with the voice in the other end of the phone lines. "Do I really have to repeat for you that my friend Lasse is perhaps dying..."

"He came home after been out shopping some groceries completely bleeding and completely destroyed clothes..."

"Yes, when I helped him to bed he mumbled something about being attacked by a dog..."

When the voice in the phone then once again asked her to repeat the story she gave up and ended the call for medical help with the two most frequent used words most of us say when we are angry on someone. Looking on her friend that was laying in her TV-sofa more or less unconscious with outer clothes and shoes that probably had been stamping around on places she did not want think about was far from amusing.
 
However, as she could see Lasse's chest where moving up and down, like if he was sleeping, at the same time he gave out a very silent whistling sound, like if he was snoring, she finally calmed down. Maybe his injuries looked worse than what they actually were? After she had cleaned Lasse as well as the situation permitted and placed a warm blanket over him she decided to leave him alone. Since his said snoring sound now had increased in volume pretty much she was now more or less certain that he would recover himself completely if she just let him sleep as long as needed...

The last Princess remembered before she woke up was how the walls of her house were shaken because of the extremely snoring sound her friend (soon X-friend Princess muttered) gave out before she took protection in the basement for getting any sleep at all that night. 

With other words comletely reverse to the silence she now woke up to. If it not had been for the growing smell of food the morning could hardly have been better. Food... Princess jumped up surprised. Lasse could hardly make tea to himself without problems and as far she knew she was living alone...

The scene in the kitchen was indescribable. Food for a regiment was on the table. Eggs, pancakes, bread, fishes, meatball and even the Sunday steak among of other things Princess saw before she noticed her friend, wearing her sun glasses, sitting eating like a wolf. "Hi Doll! Sorry but I took the last of your food..."

"I was hungry..."

Princess was so astonished to watch her friend eating all the food completely by himself so she just sat down on the other side of the table just starring on him without saying a word. With a gigantic burp Lasse one hour later then completed his meal. Stretching himself he then left the table and Princess with no other excuse than the phrase: "Have no time for chat, must get more food, smell you later..."

Lasse did not return back to Princess' place before late in the night. Muttering something about the lamps that he thought were to strong he then almost immediately went to bed refusing to answering any of the question Princess was giving him...

After three days with a similar scenario each day Princess was more or less furious. What was wrong? Why was her friend always wearing sunglasses? The day before she had tried to caught him in the shower for requesting him to leave but to see him there completely naked except for, of course, the sun glasses had been too much.
 The only more thing she recalled from that encounter was that his body looked extremely athletic with no traces of wounds at all. 

At 3.45 am, the following morning, Princess felt herself strong enough to find a solution to all these weird questions that now puzzled her. Silently she sneaked into the guest room there Lasse where laying on the bed sleeping. As he not even had bothered to remove the glasses from his nose when he was sleeping Princess decided to do so for him. She grabs the glasses and lifts them carefully up... Suddenly Lasse begin to smile and she looks directly into some big yellow monster eyes...

Two weeks later Princess invites some of her former classmates on a Sunday dinner. Her dinner becomes a real success even if her friends got not sure if they understood their hostess' joke when she say that the steak they had was of pure werewolf meat...

Please do not ask me about my age because I am old, very old (do not even remember how many centuries that have passing by since a little tiny kiss from a French aristocratic lady took me to this world where we, what you humans call vampires, lives) but still I can sense things far beyond your fantasy and move my body in ways that would make your most athletic idols green of envy...:
 
It was in yesterday (just beyond Midnight) when I sat on a roof waiting for a lady to leave her lover's apartment (Yes, I knew that she was unhappily married as I had drained her husband earlier that evening) when I saw her. It was one of the most delicious meals I ever could dream about. A taste of her would surely make me happier than a bee in a nest filled with honey. She, my coming meal, seemed to be singing a song with a happy tune while she was walking on the pavement just below me. I prepared myself by transforming myself to the flying monster I can be when I need to fly through the dark night just seconds before I walked over the edge of this roof. As usually my supposed meal never noted me before I called for her attention (pretending to be a gentleman in need of assistance).
 
I landed just on the right spot. Took the liberty to look on the beautiful supper one last time. She was wearing a long light skirt (a bit dirty and not modern for her age perhaps) followed by a dark, probably, blouse with light stripes on. I decided to begin the charade I had practised for so long...
 
Your eyes where so mystic and beautiful. I was more or less at once swept away into your magical and starring look. All my senses told me that you were dangerous and I had to run but my soul and body  was no longer attached. We were a Royal couple on our wedding night in a time far, far away. You embraced my body , said some phrases in an ancient language I did not understand . With soft and careful moves you then removed my scarf from my shoulders, opening your mouth ready to dig in under my now exposed skin... The touch of your teeth made me to shiver and to feel human again... Yes, you had attacked one of your own kinds and I got afraid that the food in the city would not be enough to feed us both.
 
I woke up here on the cemetery with a strange pain in my mouth. It seems that my two beautiful and strong feeding teeth have been removed of a for me unknown reason. Chocked, confused and extremely mad I began to look for them without any success. As more the time for sunset is approaching I felt a kind of resignation growing inside myself and suddenly my anger vanished. I have not seen the sunset on several centuries and I wonder if it is so beautiful as I remember it was. Yes, we vampires does not survive the sun but a toothless vampire is not a real vampire on the other hand so perhaps I will survive this coming scenario. The one who lives will see.

What a babe that had become the new sub in the School for Dental Care Lasse thought. He had enrolled a course as a student upon a request from his dentist. Dressed in old fashioned clothes, dark glasses and, if that not was enough, she, the sub, was wearing a necklace of a replica looking like a vampire tooth when she entered the classroom door.

I remember as it was in yesterday.

I had taken some days off from work and where visiting your city.

We had decided to meet over a dinner in an Italian restaurant and nervous as I was I had arrived far to early to our meeting spot.

Sitting in the restaurant feeling the nervousity in me to raise was not easy. Completely alone with couples and waiters looking curiously on me wondering why I was sitting in this restaurant alone nervously drinking mineral water but then you arrived.

Beautiful in red blouse and blue skirt you arrived to the table and both the waiter that escorted you and I where drowning in your eyes. You where so beautiful and I could not believe that all my weird emails, SMS had been with a beautiful lady like you.

We talked and talked for several hours even if it felt like a second. My pulse was raising and my heart where pumping. I was so happy!

Suddenly it was time for the restaurant to close and for us to leave. As I had a spaggeti left on my plate I asked you to share it with me. You ate from one end and I from the other and on the middle our lips became re-united in a kiss tasting good as nectar.

Hand in hand we then went out into the cold and rainy weather catching a taxi.

In the back seat we then sit holding hands in silence. I want to speak and say so much but the growing lump in throat makes it hard. It feels that I am going to start to cry.

So instead I squeze your soft and beautiful hand thinking that I will never let it go until the taxi stops outside your home. We both leave the taxi, still holding hands, I kiss your hand good-bye shortly. Not because I want it but it feels difficult to speak. I leave walking away to my hotel without turning my head back as I do not want to show you that I have began to cry.

On the plane back to my city the other passengers are noisy like.... I just stare into the chair in front of me wondering when I will be able to smile again.

"Well, today I was thinking we should go through - Burp".. The classroom on the University High school then more or less exploded in laughter after the loudly burp that had abrupt Ms. Peter's lesson for the third time in less than a moment...

The old teacher looked in vain on her student, Lasse, not knowing what to do for re-creating at least some of the peace and order during her lesson.... She could honestly not for her life understand what in Earth had flown into that boy recently...

Actually neither Lasse knew what had flown into him since the new foreign exchange student Jeanette had begun in his class. Her long dark hair (smelling like fresh wild roses - Yes, Lasse had smelled it once when he sat behind her in the school bus), blue dark eyes and smiles had made him to lose his control for sure... Instead for paying attention on his teacher he now more or less spent all the time in school trying to make his lovely new class mate to smile...

The teacher said now something about that due to Lasse's burping sounds they should now instead write a story regarding the rain forests exploitation and before Lasse had caught more of the task a blank paper had been placed in front of him. Throwing his left hand in his hair - like he had seen on TV the cool school guys on the 50-60: ths had done when they had been challenged - he was now certain to complete this challenge even if he not understood the task completely...

After been starring on the blank paper in front of him for ages while the others seemed very occupied by writing something he felt that he needed to ask someone for help. The question was just who he could turn to without making the teacher suspicious. Catching an eye on Jeanette, two rows from him, there she was sitting looking like a true pumpkin pie with her dark hair hanging down on her white blouse. Through the slits in her blue jeans skirt Lasse could reveal a black stocking that made his imagination starting for real...

Judge his surprise when he then suddenly sees Jeanette sitting on her chair starring back on him. With a mysterious but attractive smile she sign to him to come.. He looks around but as nobody seems to care about anything else that to write on the papers. Jeanette begins now very sensually open the top button of her blouse whispering something in French "Come Mon Cheri" to him... The next button now reveals more than what he ever had seen before (except when he had borrowed some certain magazines from his, two year older friend, George) of a female body...

The chair behind him falls loudly on the floor when he takes the first step to this waiting fairytale babe...

Like two hungry tigers Lasse and Jeanette now begins the dance of love not caring about being in the centre of a crowded classroom... You could almost feel the steam around the couple through the window out on the school yard...

"What h-ll are you doing young man..." A voice more fearful than a dragoon shouting fireballs around itself takes Lasse at once back to the reality there he now stares chocked on a very upset and angry Ms. Peter... "You abrupt my lessons and then you fall sleep through a written test... You are nothing than a big fool..."

Trying to escape the horror feelings his teacher sends out with her yelling Lasse look out through the window watching his dream girl walking with her boyfriend Gus, the school champion, and their friends to the cheerleading practise.

Yes, it was not an understatement to describe Princess' feelings as very upset when she was laying on her TV-coach, knocked by a flu, listening on her friend (soon X-friend according to Princess' muttering) Lasse telling a fairytale instead of nursing her.

If it had been a good fairytale about love or handsome hunks she wouldn't mind to listen at all but a fairytale there Lasse finds a cave he decides to explore for then being caught by some strange creatures was just to much. When he then began to talk about her as a third person in this tragic nightmare she was more or less ready to start crying.

"The cave then ended out in a long corridor. A bit confused Princess continued her walk into the corridor. Its walls where beautiful decorated with different paintings and torches hanging on the wall. Yes, also a red soft carpet was laid on the floor that created a feeling of walking on air. Shortly after Princess had became curious on who it was that had lightened all the 7987 torches she had passed a door appeared in front of her and this door was locked. Angry as a little bee that had discovered someonelse in its lemon tree Princess knocked on the door with her fists. At first nothing happened but then the door slowly got opened.

It was a man with the head and tail of a mouse or a mouse with the body of a man who opened the door. He looked very surprised on Princess and was going to close the door again when Princess, fast as the earlier mentioned bee screamed "Stop" in the mouse language as she then remembered she not knew. She then screamed "Stop" in English, Danish, Chinese, French, Arabic, Swedish, Russian, Japanese and Indian language but the creature just stared at her like she was a crazy fool. Then the creature talked in her own native language.

Now it was Princess' turn to stare at the fellow in front of her. How could a creature in the most dangerous unknown world speak her language fluently?

Well, over a big festival dinner later on, Princess was told that the sand people, who lived in the country under the cave she now had entered, were able to read minds and that was why the gate keeper she had met earlier able to speak with her in her own language.

When they then told that Princess not was the first human in their country, it did not take long before she understood that her friend Lasse also where there. After Princess had convinced them that Lasse had nothing to do with other people passing the cave and that she and Lasse did not care even if these creatures ate people for supper, they allowed Lasse to join Princess back to the surface. The only obstacle was that if Lasse once turned his head back towards the creatures before Princess and him had passed the gatekeeper they should eat him for dinner too. (Roasted with red pasta and black beans would be very yummy the creatures thought.)

Although Princess said it was silly and stupid to have cruel rules like that the creatures said it was that or directly on the dinner table for Lasse and if she wanted she was very welcome to join them for another dinner.

When Princess was thinking about how disgusting it was to imagine someone eating a person, she started to wonder what her dinner had consisted of. The creatures said it had been a banana dinner but.... Princess dropped the thought and accepted the deal she had got.

Lasse ran to Princess and kissed her hands and hugged her so hard he could when he saw her. It was so wonderful to be saved by his lovely friend. He had no fear of the deal and promised to go two steps behind Princess up to the surface.

Their walk began well and Lasse only looked at his friend. The creatures tried to steal his attention by screams, laughter, musical sounds but Lasse just looked at his friend's neck that was walking exactly two steps in front of him.

Several of the leading creatures had already began to cry because it seemed that Lasse would handle the test and would survive his visit in their world.

When Princess saw the gatekeeper's door, she told Lasse to be extra careful and what ever he did he should not look at else than her. Lasse confirmed he would do so...

It was just as the gatekeeper had a break when Princess and Lasse passed the door and when Princess was outside the door and Lasse should take the absolute last step to his freedom he felt a wonderful smell of hamburger food. The sand he had swallowed earlier on the way down to these monster creatures had made his throat feel like dusty wall paper and it would be so heavenly to drink just a little zip of ice cold coke to clean his body with... He turned his head to the gatekeeper to ask for a zip? The door to the creatures world slammed behind Princess' back and she could hear the creatures scream of happiness."

What an idiot Lasse is when he is destroying one of the finest plays ever like this thought Princess as she threw out Lasse from her home.

Our two beautiful and incredible sexy school mates Betty and Judith finally agreed to play one game of friendly strip poker against Paul and me one early Friday afternoon.

We all sat tense and excited in the kitchen of Judith's home (her mom was not at home luckily) ready to begin the first game.

At first it went fine as scheduled. Judith loosed her left red sock  and exposed a beautiful right foot with red nail polished on. I just stared on the foot imaging a lot of boyish scenes with me and this beautiful foot. Then Betty had to remove her necklace. Nothing remarkable itself but a good beginning.

After a short break, Judith wanted to listen on another radio station and get some light beers for us to drink, it was time to continue the game again. Another sock off  made Judith's both feet exposed and a while later it was time to see what her jeans had been hiding from me for all the years we have known each other...

Although Judith actually removed her jeans I did not see so much of what they were revealing as her mother entered the kitchen in a way that would have made wildest rhino green of envy. The girls just ran away like two scared zebras and Paul began to cry, endless repeatingly  "Oh no!" while he was covering his face with his hands.

Yes, Ms. Tangle, truly yelled at us at first. She called us a lot of names I cannot print in this story but I can assure you that you would surely get your mouth washed with soap if your old folks heard you using such nice words as Ms. Tangle did towards us but after a while, when she had calmed down, she began to smile instead. She sat down in front of us requesting a re-start of the game.

At first both Paul and I got chocked, astonished but , after a while, also proud and filled with brave boyish thoughts.  Here a female queen wanted to have a game of strip poker with us. Two young males who was better than the best in the noble art of  poker. - Soon I would see a naked lady for the first time in my life!

30 minutes later Betty and Judith came back into the kitchen with a camera just in time for watching me and Paul giving our last pieces of clothes to the said Ms. Tangle. (Who by the way only loosed one piece in the game - a little needle pin that said (for those who cared to make the efforts of checking it) County Poker Champion.

It was ages since I saw you, heard your cute little laughter or, when we were in the mood for love, kissed your warm and soft lips. Oh, I miss you so much.

Perhaps it is the heavy wind outdoors or perhaps it is pure imagination but when I sit here looking out through the window I do not see the empty parking lot with only a plastic bag flying around. Instead I see...

Come here your foolish fool and give me a  kiss... As always on the Sunday church picnic it did not take long before Mary Lou (my red headed lovely wife from Ireland) and I was kissing. She was truly beautiful while she was sitting on the blanket wearing her little hat  with the purple ribbon band around. That hat in addition to her  white blouse and long black skirt made her with no doubt the most beautiful girl in the county. Just by feeling her soft lips pressed towards my hard dried ones well hidden under my long beard made my lumber jack's heart softer than the softest jelly.

Although we had been married for some years now I was far from tired to just admire you my Queen in front of me while you seduced me with your magical kisses. Yes, if we had not been in company with the rest of the inhabitants of our village I honestly do not know what had happened. Your kisses just seemed to be more and more delicious for every time the sparkle of love our lips created every time they touched.

Not until the reverent abrupt our moments of closeness together - he wanted me to show my strength again by chopping a Christmas tree into fire wood (something I did on every church picnic) - I allowed to think on something else than how much I loved you, my dear, sweet wife.

Suddenly you are here, I see your face just here in front of me. So beautiful and filled of life. With my last efforts I raise up from this idiotically moveable chair with wheels trying to kiss and embrace you before I realize that all I see is a picture of you made by my memories.

The following morning the stressful nurse Claire Jenkins finds the 92 years old Mr. Jon Doe on the floor in his room sleeping like a little baby.  She looks out through the window  seeing  a  grey cat playing with an empty plastic bag laying on  the parking lot.