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A good three weeks ago I came up with this story. It was a spontaneous idea. Then I went and expanded it and also started to write.

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P.S. Here in this chapter things are slowly getting down to business ... ummm ... down to business! And then right in the next two! * looks embarrassed at the floor *

A journey into the world of fantasy!

Part 20

I had walked a few meters through the green and then stopped, completely confused. I looked around in all directions. Piccolo hadn't followed me. I lowered my head and leaned my back against a tree. Then I sank to the ground and sat there.

Everything shot through my head now. It even made me feel a little dizzy. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down, but this worked slowly and only reluctantly. Because as if I had to think of Piccolo who was the cause of my problem.

>> Piccolo ... he kissed me ... << I thought now, perplexed, and lifted my head again. All around me only trees and bushes. A warm desert wind blew gently through their leaves.

>> He has a crush on me? Really? But how can that be? Just because I was kind to him? << As if my thoughts were circling.

>> Is he still there? I wouldn't be surprised if not! << I thought now sadly >> After the discharge that I gave him?<<

I got up again slowly, but felt bad, totally uncomfortable. I slowly walked back through the green to the lake. When I had this in front of me again, I couldn't see anything of Piccolo far and wide. So he was gone again and who knows for how long this time. And the question still remained open whether he had believed my face or not.

I walked slowly back to my little campsite and sat down by the tree. I let my gaze wander around in the hope of still being able to see him somewhere.

Then my eyes fell on both of his cloaks which I had put together next to the tree.

I grabbed them and pulled them onto my lap. I even covered myself up with one of them. Although it made me very hot but I didn't care now. In this way I tried to feel his closeness, to be close to him. "Piccolo ... I love you ... I'm sorry!" I said to myself and now I cried again.How much I wish that he was here now and that he would try to approach me again. To feel his closeness, to have him with me.

For a while I sat there under the cape and I was really sweating. I slowly came out of this state and put the cloak back on the floor. I got up slowly. My watch said 6:06 pm. I didn't feel hungry and I didn't want to do any more gymnastics. But somehow I had to try to distract myself, try to get out of this state again. I walked slowly to the lake and stared at the water. Then slowly I took off my jeans and wanted to go into the water because I was very, very hot. I left my underwear on and now ran into the water. It was very pleasant again, but I didn't have the real distraction that I usually have. I swam a little deeper into the water. The ground below me was now 3 to 4 meters.

Suddenly I got a very strong cramp in my right leg.I winced. As a result, I could no longer hold on to the surface of the water and drowned.

Underwater I fought against the cramp and quickly massaged several times over the place where he was sitting in the leg. But it didn't seem to want to stop. I ran out of breath and panicked, I tried to swim upstairs with the cramp in my leg. It hurt like hell, but I managed to get back upstairs for a moment and gasped for air and then I was back under the water. I was so panicked. But panic generally only makes things worse. I was, I think, two meters under water and my leg cramp didn't stop, again I managed to get up for a short time and gasped greedily and called for help. Which was really stupid! There was nobody there who could have helped me!

Again I sank under the water and in my mind I was now screaming for him. >> PICCO ...... PICCO ...... HELP !!!! << But could he hear me like that?

Again I ran out of air in my lungs and tried to get upstairs again. But with every movement I made my muscles got heavier! I hardly made it to the surface anymore and in a fraction of a moment the thought shot through my head: >> That's it now! End! <<

When at the same moment something grabbed me and tore me to the surface of the water. It was Piccolo! (without heavy training clothes!)

So had he heard my panicked call after all? I clung to him and he held me tight. Now we floated out of the water together and flew the piece back to the edge of the lake

When we had solid ground under our feet again, but our feet were still in the shallow water, I still clung to him and my face was against his chest. I gasped like a fish on land and coughed a few times too.

"What happened?" he asked me seriously, worried and gently stroked my back again, which I didn't really notice now.

"I ... (cough) ... I had a cramp in my right leg ... (cough, cough) .... I couldn't swim anymore," I said still a little panicked and held on to him as if still firmly. Suddenly the cramp was gone. Was not there anymore. (Have you ever had a cramp in your leg or foot? That really hurts!)

I breathed deeply audibly in and out again, again in and out again.

"You can speak of luck that I wasn't far away and heard your call," he said quietly but very seriously, and now he took hold of my shoulders. At least I thought he wanted to push me away. But I hugged him tightly and pressed my face closer to his chest.

"Please ... please don't go away. Please don't leave me alone again. Please stay with me and hold me tight!" I said quietly now and for a moment it seemed as if Piccolo hesitated, he didn't move for a moment. But then he embraced me again and stroked my back up and down.He was so tender that I got goose bumps. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his closeness and caresses on my back ..

"I'm sorry ..." I said softly, "I know that I was hurting, I didn't want to. It just all happened so suddenly, I didn't even know how to react. Was all confused, completely confused. "

"It's okay!" he said softly to me but his voice had its typical rough tone again. “Don't worry about it anymore!” Now he let go of me and I looked up at him, he looked at me briefly. I slowly let go of him too and lowered my gaze. Neither of us said another word. Then I walked slowly past him, completely out of the water, back to the campfire and stopped there. He was right behind me and looked down at me, I could feel that.

"Are you flying away again?" I asked in a low voice. "No!" he said in a rough, serious voice.

I walked slowly towards his two old cloaks and spread one of them on the floor.I sat down on it and took another deep breath in and out again. Then I looked up at Piccolo. His expression was serious and looked angry again. He stood close to me and seemed to be considering. But then he sat cross-legged to my right, with his arms crossed, on the floor. He stared at the lake in front of him and didn't say a word. I sat next to him! I now put my head on his shoulder and looked out over the lake. >> Why doesn't he try anymore? << I thought now >> Is it possibly because I said that I can't, don't want to? <<

I slowly straightened up again and I noticed that he was watching me out of the corner of his eye. Now I lay down on my back, resting my head on his left thigh. I closed my eyes and waited for something to happen, but nothing!

After a while, I got up again and came very close to him. I wanted to look at his left shoulder now.I pulled his suit very gently. something down over his left shoulder. He had turned his head slightly towards me but didn't stop me from continuing.

He still had the bandage on, which I was now loosening. The large wound he had there was healing very well. I stroked it briefly, gently. Without feeling fear or embarrassment, I leaned down and kissed her lightly, and I did that several times. Piccolo still didn't respond.

>> A man with very strong endurance. << I thought mischievously and stopped. I could briefly see that he had closed his eyes, but now he opened them again.

>> AHA! So did he like it after all? << I thought mischievously again and smiled.

I sat down in front of him now, as close as I could and looked up at him smiling, but he still had his facial expression on it.

I slowly sect my gaze on his right arm. I grabbed it with both hands and pulled his right hand out from under his left arm.(I had crossed my arms).

I looked at him briefly and he made a surprised expression. That had probably not happened to him often until now that someone had just grabbed his arm without being afraid. Now I put his hand in mine again.

The wound he had there was healing very well. I opened his large hand fully and leaned down to her. Again, I kissed his wound gently, several times. Then I looked up at him and our eyes met again. I let go of his hand slowly but he grabbed mine again and held me tight.

His gaze was again so penetrating and firm and that flash was there again. I became very different. The tension arose again and the air around us seemed to crackle. I started shaking and my heart was racing. Very slowly I straightened myself up to him and he very slowly leaned down to me.Our faces were