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'Tricia Williams

For many years I have been riding my motorcycle through half of Europe without an accident and now this. I had seen the truck backing out of the driveway. But instead of stopping, I elegantly hooked my motorcycle. When reinserting to the right, I suddenly slipped the rear wheel on the wet cobblestones away and I fell on the road. It was immediately clear to me that something stupid must have happened. My right lower leg hurt suddenly and I got a numb feeling there.

I don't know how long I lay with my leg under my motorcycle, it took a while until two young men came running and lifted it off me. A short look in the direction of the boot was enough for me, the leg was broken. All curses about this disdainful world helped nothing, of all places in Munich came after not even 250 km driving distance the abrupt end of my one-week tour in the direction of Tuscany.

Until the eager guys of the Red Cross came with their ambulance, probably only a few minutes passed, but they were felt hours. The blood in my leg was throbbing like crazy, and the people worrying about me and already placing bets on a clean or compound fracture didn't really help to calm me down. At least they hadn't torn my head off with them when they took off my helmet. Despite my loud protest and attempt to take it off myself, some wise guy had tried to pull it off my head without releasing the buckle first. I had always been able to yell loudly, so he had quickly caught on and I was able to free myself from the helmet.

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His lips sought her mouth, locking it, hot and intimate. Tenderly he caressed her face, letting his hand wander over her shoulders, sliding down to her waist. It was just beautiful, just watching the couple. I had to think of Julian, how I snuggled in his strong arms, he kissed me fiery. Am I crazy? The son of a bitch looks over to me, winks at me! Again I had Julian in front of my eyes, the self-proclaimed womanizer. When I was here with him in the bath on the lawn so tenderly together. Did he also flirt with other women when he was with me? Anger rose up in me, abruptly I turned around. Elly looked over at me in amazement. "Which louse got into your head?" "Oh, that shithead over there is making out with his chick and hitting on me at the same time". "So what," Elly shrugged indifferently. "Men."

She jumped up- "Come into the water with me." Invitingly, she reached out her hand, pulling me up. "It's much too beautiful here at the lake to be annoyed by such a, - a, - masculine primate". She was right, I ran along. The lake was really wonderful, in general the day was wonderful. Not too hot yet, and yet already pleasant water temperatures. We swam out quickly, fooling around, splashing each other with water, diving each other. Elly was my cousin, at the same time friend and frequent companion, if I did not want to go somewhere alone. Actually, we were quite opposite, but maybe that's why we got along so well.

Elly was quite unathletic, a bit chubby and was largely left alone by the opposite sex. She summed it up once bone-dry at a party after a few beers. "I am the typical Promillebraut, they must drink themselves first once beautifully"! So crass it was not, but a grain of truth was at each rumor. I already stood out to Elly, we were very aware of that, but we didn't care. I played tennis, went horseback riding, was always on the move, never really came to rest.

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I seemed to have complete control over Bettina and I was happy to play with that some more. The evening had gone just great, we had great fun and obviously she was impressed with me. Her first anxious, then naively trusting manner did me true good. As she looked at me more and more in love from glance to glance, my self-confidence increased more and more and she was now obviously completely blown away.

"Come with me, I want to show you something" I surprised her and before Bettina could say anything she took her hand and noticed how nervous she was. From the bridge above the boats, I pulled her onto the small street that ran along the river and climbed over the fence that separated the dock from the sidewalk. "What are you going to do?" she asked. "There's never anyone on these boats at night, I've been here many times, come on!", I demanded. She climbed a little clumsily over the fence, so that she briefly stretched her bottom out to me. Now the tension ran through me briefly. What a figure! At the sight of her beautiful face and her slender hands, I had already imagined how her body was shaped exactly. Sweet hopes flew through my mind. The boats were in three rows next to each other, so we had to climb over two small ones first.

The middle one was a small, seemingly very old freighter with a small superstructure. "Stop a minute" I whispered to her and she stopped. I wanted to try if the door, which apparently led into the belly of the small ship, was locked.

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He was excited, he couldn't deny it. He never thought that she would give in and agree to meet him. They had known each other for a good two years now via chat and occasionally even via webcam connection. Immediately came the highway exit, now it was only a few minutes drive and he would ring at her door. He liked her, visually and also her manner appealed to him very much. She understood it excellently, to lure him first, to make him really hot in the chats, to let him then also immediately again rebuff.

If he came to her with a proposal to come to her home, even called her an appointment, then she immediately became very cool and ended the conversation at best. Depending on her mood, she often wrote to him that she did not want any more contact with him. Often he had been very annoyed by her reactions, about her, about her arrogant manner, but even more about himself, that he made himself a fool for a woman he didn't really know, a plaything of her moods.

But it was also clear to him that she, even if perhaps unconsciously, was really stirring up his hunting instinct again and again through precisely these escapades. He wanted her and he would get her. It was all just a matter of time, he just had to be patient - and he had that at his age, he was very honest with himself. Yes, and today was the day when he was actually invited to her home. He still could not believe it. For a short time he was afraid that she might have loaded him, but no, she was not like that, she was already a love and honest and sincere in nature. He trusted his knowledge of human nature absolutely.

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I was pretty depressed because after a relationship of over five years, my girlfriend had broken up with me. Well, it didn't work out that way lately, but I never thought that our relationship would end like this. When we met at school I thought Sarah would be the woman for my life, but after her apprenticeship she was more interested in her career than in our relationship.

My friends tried to comfort me, but that only helped to a certain extent. What I found particularly difficult were the evenings alone. So I looked for a solution to my problem and placed an ad on a website, giving my city and e-mail address, and the text read: "Abandoned man seeks abandoned woman for evenings together. Since no one responds anyway said my friends, but I wanted to wait and see.

It was weekend and I studied my mails and was surprised how many have reported on the simple text. Some could be knocked into the garbage can right away, but some sounded promising. I sifted out one after the other and in the end there were still 5 mails to choose from and I decided to answer the ladies. A mistake I had made I should have perhaps my age in the ad, because after a short time many 3 by my grid were already over 30 and that was me with my 25 years too old, although I must say, interesting has written the one already and so I put it back on my list.

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It's fantastic, the last skiers are heading down the slopes. I'm finally alone, all alone, it's gone quiet and I'm enjoying the feeling of solitude. It was a beautiful sunny winter afternoon, as usual I had taken the last gondola to the top and now I am sitting on the highest mountain. My gaze falls on the mountains glowing in the sunset. From my backpack I get the extra for this pre-turned joint and ignite it. The first train scratches spicy in my throat I inhale very deeply and leave the smoke in my lungs, now I exhale.

My head becomes free and empty. I feel a wave of relaxation spreading from my head over my whole body. Above me, a large bird of prey circles and I watch it. He seems majestic, I feel his power, his calm, his balance and imagine to float with him through the air. I have smoked the joint and take another sip of hot tea. It is slowly dawning and I have to make my way down to the valley.

I love it so much to make the last descent of the day on a lonely slope. I know the path, have glided down it a thousand times, know every little hump. In my mind I see myself swinging down the slope, I have found my rhythm, felt my track and close my eyes, because this way I can feel the snow around me, the clouds above me and the huge mountains, even better. I stand up and get into my bindings, the soft click as I get on, increases my anticipation for this descent. I close my eyes, push off hard with my ski poles and begin to glide. It has become cold and the snow under me, is covered by a thin layer of ice, which makes a wonderful sound on the edges of my skis with each new turn. I feel good, am one with my skis, feel the muscle tension in my legs, have the feeling to fly, to float.

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I put a few things in my shopping cart and then I passed the candy section. I looked to see if they had another one of my favorites. Sure enough, there it was: White Chocolate with Stracciatella. It tasted so delicious that I didn't care that it cost more than a normal bar. It was early in the morning and I was one of the first customers in the supermarket.

Then I had everything together and went to the cash register. And there sat the cute saleswoman again. She was slim, had long blonde hair in a ponytail, a pretty face and an adorable smile. As she scanned through my purchases, she glanced at the chocolate with interest. "That looks delicious," she said. I replied" I'd love to offer you a piece, but it tastes best when it's ice cold." She smiled at me and said she would still like to try it though.

I opened the bar and gave her a piece. She tasted it. "Hmm, tastes really yummy. But I can very well imagine that it really tastes better cold. What are we doing," she asked me provocatively. I then offered her to come back this afternoon and bring her the chilled one. "What do you think about it, if you pick me up around 3, then I'm off work. You bring the chocolate and something to drink and we go to the beach. If it suits them," she replied. Man, did she answer, I thought to myself. "With me it fits, I wait then at 3 outside!" She still explained to me where the employee entrance was. Then I paid and drove home, ne round sleep.

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Cordula was not stupid. People who were both my friends and hers were considered stupid. And in Cordula's place I would have doubted whether people she considered stupid were real friends. No, Cordula was not stupid, Cordula was at most naive. Maybe too naive. And it seemed to my friends a mischievous desire to tell her the strangest truths, because Cordula tended to believe these dubious truths without the slightest appearance of suspicion.

I knew Martina's friend only by hearsay, and I was amazed at the impartiality with which she took the most impossible stories at face value. I think it was not right that Martina and Konrad constantly told her some nonsense, amused themselves about it and left poor Cordula alone in her irritated emotional world.

Thanks to our mutual friends, Cordula was under the mistaken impression that I had the luxury of two girlfriends and that both ladies, thanks to my unbeatably perfect time management, didn't have a clue about each other. They described me as a sly bon vivant. I was a charmer, a gourmet, who understood as much about good wine and good food as I did about the conquest of beautiful women, whom I made so happy with my magnificent stallion's tail in night-long libidinous excesses, that as a woman one could really experience no more perfect satisfaction than to have gotten to know me.

Even Cordula would have almost doubted this impressive description, had Martina not sworn high and holy that she had tried it herself. With a transfigured look directed towards the ceiling, she is said to have given credible emphasis to what she had said and to have raved pathetically about that exhausting and pleasant feeling of total devotion and absolute satisfaction which she had been allowed to experience through me. Once again, Cordula had succumbed to a touch of doubt, completely against her conviction, but Konrad had confirmed with a grin: "I was there." He nodded his head in confirmation.

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I have a small successful company through which I have been able to establish successful business contacts with companies in southern European countries. Therefore, I thought it would be appropriate to learn a new language. I leafed through the current offerings of the local adult education center and found an Italian course for beginners, which I quickly signed up for.

On the first of the twelve evenings, a small group of eager language students met with the teacher in the functionally but very soberly furnished classroom at the VHS. The age of the participants varied from 17 to 65 and they seemed to be a nice bunch. Outstanding, however, was our teacher. Born a little over 40 years ago in a small village near Naples, of the type of vivacious glowing-eyed southern Italian. With the right pounds in the right places, but obviously endowed with a fair amount of misjudgment for the right dress size. I don't want to blaspheme, because I like women who are clearly more than a skinny model, but then they should please also choose the appropriate dress size.

My young seat neighbor obviously had the same thought and revealed to me unasked and whispering his idea of a perfect woman. After a general round of introductions, we began our introduction to the Italian language and Carina, as the teacher had introduced herself, explained the learning objective and her methods. So the first evening flew by and with the first homework in our luggage, everyone headed home.