Part II: Give me a kiss ... >>Shit!>What's wrong, John? I checked your web-history, there were no equivocal blogs we are looking for, excepting your own.>WHAT? You
ah, forget it.What's wrongYes. Sooo?You fascinate me.I get nervous when you take a longer look at me.I can hardly breathe when your are by my side.>John, I can't work when you conceal something from me.>You constantly hide things from me.>So you admit it.>PffffSherlock what do you want to hear from me?>That, what's exactly now going on in your head. Give ...>... me time to rest.
Part I: Give me a kissGive me a kissThe night was nearly over. It was cold and I was grummy. My fingers felt heavy and numb, so the cursor moved more and more uncoordinated across the screen. All I wanted at this time was my head on a pillow and lay down for an hour under minimum two blankets. I held my head with one hand and watched to the man on the other side of the room. Gorgeous. Shit. He exactly looked like hours before. It was like he doesn't need any repose.>>Found something?>Yes, please.