Longing opens all doors
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Part 2
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In no time at all he shot to the place from which the scream had come. A terrifying picture presented itself to him. A bad-tempered bear had built up before the completely frightened lunch and in anticipation showed threateningly its teeth. Lunch was already wearing his shirt, which only came up to her mid-thigh, she had one of the towels wrapped around her hair, and she was holding the other in front of her with outstretched arms, as if she could become invisible behind it. "Sh ... sh!", She made and waved the towel, which irritated the bear even more.
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He raised his paw threateningly, but there was already C17, grabbed the outstretched bear paw and hurled Master Petz through the air with a lot of momentum.
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Lunch visibly sighed and beamed at her hero. "Thank you, C17. You are really very strong."
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"I said yes," he affirmed without any trace of embarrassment."Next time I'll bring you water and then you bathe near the house, it's safer."
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At a distance the bear crashed through the top of a tree on landing.
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"Did he walk away?" Asked Lunch pityingly.
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"Now just say that you feel sorry for him", C17 wondered. "After all, he wanted to eat you."
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"That's not true," said Lunch, pointing to some bushes that were not easy to see because of the weak light. "These are raspberry and blackberry bushes. He probably thought that I was going to take his food away from him."
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"Anyway, I've never met a girl who cares more about a wild animal than about herself. He really scared you, didn't he? If his paw had hit you ..."
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"Could have hurt me badly, I know," said Lunch, folding the towel. "But I can hardly be angry with a bear just for acting like a bear, can I?Nature made him that way, he can't help it personally. "
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A gust of wind came from the forest and made her shiver. C17 slipped out of his jacket and put it over her shoulders. The shirt was tight across her bust, but he tried not to stare at her. "We should go inside, it's past midnight."
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"You're right, out here I'll get another lace ... hatschi!"
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Before he knew it, the blonde lunch had grabbed his scarf and was glaring at him menacingly. "So you watched me bathe, didn't you? Otherwise you wouldn't have heard my scream, you spanner!"
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"Take it easy", C17 tore himself away and kept his distance. The curves of the body were the same, but the face had lost all naive friendliness. Instead, blue eyes stared at him suspiciously. "After all, I saved your life, doesn't that count?"
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The angry twinkle in her eyes died suddenly."Why did you do that?"
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"Because ...", he looked for a good excuse, "because I didn't want him to tear my nice shirt."
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"Oh ...", she sounded neither disappointed nor relieved. Somehow 17 couldn't make sense of the blonde lunch. The dark-haired one was far easier to handle.
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"Let's go back," he suggested. "Putting roots out here won't solve your problems."
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She looked at him in surprise, but said nothing, just trudged after him to the hut. When she got to the bed she just raised an eyebrow and then lay down on the edge of her half. "If you try anything, I'll kill you," he heard her mutter.
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“If it calms you down,” he said, gathering up the blanket and pillow, “I can sleep on the floor in the kitchen.” He stalked demonstratively slowly out of the bedroom, always hoping that she would call him back and take care of hers Apologized for suspicions.<br />
"C17!" Came the sound from the bed.
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* Aha, now it comes *, he thought and turned around. "Did you finally understand ...?!" Pfluff! Plow! the two blankets fell on his head .. "Here, so you don't freeze," he heard her voice dull through the fluffy layers. He pulled the blankets from his face, tucked them under his arm next to the other and slammed the door behind him.
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It wasn't a particularly pleasant night for either of them. In the morning, 17 was awakened by her muffled moans. Unsure whether to just ignore it or wake her up, he lingered on his hard bed on the kitchen floor for a while. But since it didn't get quieter, sleep was no longer an option. With a sigh he said goodbye to his hope for a delicious breakfast, the blonde lunch would neither bake a cake nor do the laundry, he had a feeling. When he carefully opened the bedroom door a crack, he was able to take cover just in time before the heavy shoes slammed against the door frame."So you're already awake!" He called through the door, "Good morning!"
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She pushed herself out of bed and wrapped herself in the blanket. "Where's my overalls?"
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"Still outside by the waterfall, I guess. Should I get it for you?"
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"I want some fresh clothes, but none of yours," he heard her say.
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"You don't want to make breakfast either, I guess, do you?"
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"Do I look like I am your house slave?" it came back in a bad mood.
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“Okay, I'll see what can be done.” He turned away and wondered what his finances would allow before he had to plan a new coup or lie in wait on a street.
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"Don't forget the laundry!", She called after him and gave the measurements.
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He had to swallow hard. "Do you really think that I, a guy, go to a lingerie store?"
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"After everything my other half did for you, it should be in there, right?"<br />
He couldn't counter that and there was still the thought of seeing the nice lunch in lacy lingerie ...
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Three hours and a few embarrassing experiences later, C17 returned with a truckload of clothes. He still had bright red ears because of the direct questions from the saleswomen in the various lingerie stores.
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It seemed that Lunch hadn't moved from the room since leaving.
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"Hello, lunch!", He knocked on the door, "are you still inside? I put the boxes in front of the door and wait in the kitchen until you are finished. I throw a few eggs in the pan and make us a decent coffee ! "
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Lunch heard his footsteps recede and the kitchen door slam shut. Then she opened the bedroom door and was amazed at the many boxes. She carried everyone into the room. Despite her gruff manner, she was a whole woman and her heart pounded at the sight of so much clothes. She opened one box after the other.It seemed to her that 17 had done its best to find supplies for both lunches. Some boxes contained floral skirts and frilled blouses, there were also some with aprons and dresses with large polka dots. There were also leather jackets, t-shirts and simple blouses, jeans and lederhosen, overalls and so on.
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The toast was just ready and C17 was pouring the coffee into the warming jug when the kitchen door opened. Lunch was wearing a dark blue blouse and black jeans. The combination suited her and C17 said it out loud. To his amazement, Lunch blushed for a moment, then she turned her head and mumbled something unintelligible.
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"Have a seat!", He nodded his head in the direction of the empty table setting. "I'm not a very good cook, but I can still manage a few fried eggs. Would you like butter and jam, or would you prefer a few more fried sausages?"
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She opted for sausages. Even if she didn't like to admit it, it felt good to be served out of friendliness and not because you paid for it.<br />
"Why ..?", She asked after she had devoured the last bite of toast, "why are you doing this for me?"
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"Well," he put down his half-full coffee cup, "well, we're colleagues, aren't we?"
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"I don't rob people in the street," she said. "That is amateurish."
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C17 winced. "Heh! That's not nice. After all, I've never been caught, unlike you."
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"I was caught because I allowed it," she said, a little offended in her professional pride. "That with the coins would not have happened to me if I hadn't cared so much ..."
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"And why did you care so much? Is it about a guy?"
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The fork clattered on the plate.
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C17 wondered why he wasn't happy to hit the nail on the head. "Did he drop you?"
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"You can't say that," she replied, amazed at her own frankness. "I never told him, and he never had anything on my mind but fighting.Then there is this bad luck with my other half. She's not a bit in love with him, so I couldn't tell him when I last met him ... "Surprised, she brushed the moisture off her cheek with her fingertips." Funny, I'm really not one else Crybaby..."
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"How long has it been?" Asked C17. He was a little glad that the nice Lunch wasn't in love yet, but the tears of the blonde Lunch got strangely close to him. Somehow he sensed that there was a kindred soul sitting across from him. Someone who had tasted the bitterness of being alone to the point of being bearable.
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"Yesterday ...", she swallowed, "yesterday it was ten years."
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C17 took a sharp breath. Krilin's tenacity had impressed him with his sister, but the pain in Lunch's voice spoke volumes. She hadn't seen this guy for ten years and still remained loyal to him, although he probably didn't even know what was going on inside her ... that was beyond his understanding.<br />
"Why are you women so terribly complicated?" He said, the first thing that came to mind. "If I were you, I would just grab the guy, tell him and then know where I am. If I'm lucky, there is a happy ending, if I'm unlucky, then I can tick him off and find someone else."
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A small smile flew across Lunch's lips. “It's so easy to say.” She stirred the coffee with the spoon, lost in thought. "The fact is that he just looks a lot younger than me. The way I am now, I can never tell him, not even if I knew where he is."
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The bright sunlight fell through the window and shone on her face. Since she did not turn it off, C17 could clearly see all the wrinkles and the individual gray hairs in the mass of blond curls.