Hi guys! I was so happy about these totally lovely clerks !!! The part that comes now has not turned out quite as I wanted but I hope you still like it (at least a little bit). Please, please write me what you think of it, because at the moment I am plagued by quite a bit of self-doubt about all this writing. Oh Maron01 thanks for the compliment, but I somehow think my parts are getting longer but not better but somehow worse, but I'm happy that you see it differently. That builds on J. And I wish you a speedy recovery! OK but now I don't want to keep you from reading any longer.



He was already sitting in the car and watching intently the entrance to the school. She hadn't shown up yet, but it couldn't be long. He was excited. The blood rushed in his ears and a strange excitement had taken hold of him. A quick glance at the clock, but immediately he returned all his concentration to the entrance area of ​​the school.He didn't want to miss a second of her walk to her car. He was getting restless. Where did she stay for so long? But then the right swing door opened and SHE stepped out. His chosen one. He couldn't take his eyes off her and didn't want to. As if in slow motion, he saw every movement of her body, the bobbing up and down of her curls, the sheen in her hair. Noticed her slightly unsteady walk and the sad expression on her beautiful face. She was as adorable as a young goddess.

It had fallen for her within seconds. He had already known in class that she was perfect. But why did she seem so sad? Who dared to hurt his angel? He would find out and eliminate the causes of her grief. He wanted her to be happy. I wanted to see her smile. Wanted her to smile at him. She would certainly be infinitely grateful to him once he had all of her worries gone.She would love him for it, or he would make her love him.

In the meantime she had got to her car and got in. What should he do now? Follow it right away or postpone it to another time. For a few seconds he was undecided, but then he too started his car and followed her.

He had been following her for about 15 minutes when she turned on the indicator and pulled into a driveway. He was quick-witted enough to drive a few more meters before he found a place to park with a good view of the building into which his beloved had disappeared. The house and the garden looked neat and friendly. The garden was bordered by a hedge and he could see a swing. So now he knew where she lived.

He was about to drive again when he saw her go to the window. She watched the street attentively and he almost died because at first he thought she had spotted him, but her attentive gaze was not on him or his car, but only on the street.He breathed a sigh of relief and finally wanted to drive, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. She had stepped back a little from the window now, but he could still see her well. She had a cordless phone in her hand and was frantically typing a number. The conversation didn't last long and no sooner had she hung up than she dialed the next number. She repeated this several times and the conversations became shorter and shorter. After every phone call she looked even more desperate and depressed. What was going on there? He was at a loss. Who was she calling and, most importantly, what were those phone calls about that seemed to bother her so much?

He had no idea what it was about, but he wanted to see her happy and not so sad. The sight of it made him sad and angry at the same time. Angry with those who hurt her so badly. There were longer and longer intervals between the calls in which she just sat there and stared into space lost in thought.She looked so vulnerable and defenseless, he would love to hug her now and kiss her. Brush the soft curls from her face and hope for a smile. She would definitely look beautiful when she smiled.

He had actually fallen into a daydream and when he finally broke away from these pleasant images and wanted to watch her again, she was gone. It was like a bucket of ice water to him. Immediately he straightened up and subjected the part of the room that he could overlook to a closer inspection. But it stayed that way. His angel was gone. He could slap himself for not paying more attention. But she couldn't be far. The car was still in the driveway and if she had really left the house, he would have noticed, wouldn't he? So she still had to be in the house somewhere. So there was no need to be upset. He just couldn't see the entire house, at least not yet.

But a certain uncertainty remained, which only evaporated when she stepped out the door and hurried to her car. Where did she want to go again now? She had only been home for a few minutes, hadn't she. One look at his watch taught him better. It was already nine thirty! He must have lost track of time while watching her completely.

This time he didn't follow her. He knew where she was going, and under no circumstances did he want to run into his wife, who must also be on her way to school to pick up the twins. Because if she, or one of the girls, would recognize his car, then he would have a real problem. He could already vividly imagine Sue's questioning look if she would confront him. If she even confronted him. Sue had always tried to ignore all signs of his affairs and other inclinations. Not consciously, but even when it was becoming obvious, her self-deception was still perfect.She just didn't want to admit that her beloved husband wasn't entirely up to the norm. And as long as he brought home enough money and treated her well, she asked no questions. And why should she? From her point of view everything was fine. At least that's what she told herself. Still, he didn't want to go too far. It was also quite pleasant. Took good care of the children he idolized and ran the household. She also put him on a pedestal, so to speak, with her way of building up her husband again and again and regarding him as infallible. So he would wait here until his loved one returned.



He almost dozed off because he hadn't slept the previous night, but when he heard the car doors slamming, he was wide awake immediately. She just unlocked the front door and her daughter was standing close behind her. Then the two disappeared into the house and he didn't see them again until after approx.stepped out of the house with her child for half an hour. His angel looked completely exhausted and she looked worried at the little one again and again. She had put on something else and had a bandage around her left wrist. With the other hand she pressed a cute rag doll to her body. The girl looked really cute and was cut from the face of his beloved. You could immediately see the family resemblance, except that the little one's hair was not curly like that of her mother.



This time he followed the car. They didn't go long. After only 10 minutes she drove the car into a side street, got out, and went into a large house with her daughter. When she came out again she was alone. But behind her the door opened again and a blonde woman stepped out. Who was that again? And where was the little one? Wasn't his angel the girl's mother at all? No, the resemblance was too great.Maybe a friend? At the moment it didn't really matter who she was, he would soon know everything that was important anyway. He had his angel's address and would soon know her name, how old she was, where she had gone to school, what she liked to eat best, everything. He immediately made a note of the blonde woman's address. Perhaps it was once very useful to know where to find the little one. The two talked for a few minutes and the blond-haired woman was getting more and more excited. But then she calmed down and after a short hug she disappeared back into the house. His chosen one also went to her car and apparently made her way home again, at least she was driving in the right direction. He gave her a lead of a few 100 meters and then he too drove off.

She really did go home. The car was in the driveway and he'd seen her briefly through one of the windows.She was looking for something, or at least that's what he suspected, because she had frantically rummaged through some drawers in the living room. But now there was no longer any trace of her to be seen. He was already seriously considering driving away to finally begin his research, but so far the hope of catching another glimpse of her had been greater than the need to find out something more precise about his angel. Next time he would have a camera and still to take pictures for his special collection. It would be the absolute highlight of his collection. He had never fallen in love with anyone so quickly or so deeply. It was almost eerie how much he was drawn to her. It wasn't just her gorgeous looks, no, her body language and the vulnerability she exuded aroused in him an extremely strong feeling of desire. He really wanted to own her.

Suddenly a black car stopped at the side of the road and a man with disheveled blond hair and wearing clothes that looked a bit crumpled got out on the passenger side.He couldn't see the man behind the wheel because of the tinted windows. Who the hell was that again? The car looked like it came from a bad agent movie and when the car drove on shortly after the blonde got out, he was completely confused.

But the confusion almost immediately gave way to bitter suspicions, which were immediately confirmed when the man pulled a bunch of keys out of his trouser pocket and opened the door. So she was married, or at least had a boyfriend. How could it have been otherwise? As beautiful as she was, it would have been a miracle if she hadn't already been in firm hands. But he had been able to reject this thought up to this moment, but now he could no longer lie to himself. Well, so she had a husband. But why was