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water for more hot drinks.
    This is unbelievable! I am about to explode!
She must have felt my erection, but never said a word. How can she
have such self-control? By all rights, we should be fucking our
brains out by now! She is either trying to torture me, or trying to
teach me some kind of lesson about self-control. Either way, I’ll
keep my promise. She is too gorgeous and sexy to lose. And I am
really having a whale of a time!
    He brought the warm drinks back and they
drank from those, she sitting there half-naked and showing no
embarrassment or uneasiness. She seemed so relaxed and at ease, he
finally calmed down and became more comfortable with the situation.
They each had a cigarette, and smoked quietly for a while.
    “I have tomorrow off as well as today, so we
do not have to be in a hurry tonight. We can sleep late tomorrow,”
she informed him.
    My God! She’s going to
spend the night? And I have to keep my hands north of her belly
button? She must also be in charge of the Stasi torture squad!
    “That’s just great, Kat! You can spend the
night here then?” he managed to say.
    “If you will let me. That way, you don’t have
to take me home in the middle of the night,” she answered.
    “And you get to soak in my tub in the
morning, right?”
    “Of course! I am not stupid about all
things!” she giggled sheepishly.
    They sipped drinks, had long bouts of French
kissing, and much more breast kissing for another hour or so. He
stoked the fire and added wood twice during that time. They had
switched to wine, because heating water for the rum drinks was too
time-consuming and distracting. Finally, they were both exhausted
from the long day’s activities, and the drinking, so they decided
to go to bed. He got her one of his large tee shirts to wear. She
stripped off her black pants and he saw that she was wearing black
bikini underwear. He nearly melted at the sight of her. She pulled
his tee shirt over her head and climbed into his bed. He undressed
and climbed in next to her. She kissed him sleepily and rolled onto
her left side.
    “Snuggle me, please,” she stated.
    He got into a spoon position and put his
right arm over her and his hand cupped one of her breasts. He was
surprised that he did not get another erection. He attributed it to
being tired, and the booze.
    “Goodnight, Bob Kelly,” she whispered and was
asleep immediately.
    “Goodnight, Katerina Klaus,” he whispered
back.
    • • •
    That night was the end of the old Bob
Hatcher, and the beginning of the transformation to a new Bob
Hatcher. He began a whirlwind courtship of Katerina Klaus. They
spent as much time together as their schedules allowed. Although he
never dropped his cover as Bob Kelly, under her gentle guidance,
parts of him that had been buried for years began to emerge. His
cynicism was blunted, his gentleness returned, caring for life
blossomed, and he began to think he could actually love
someone.
    Two weeks later, after their petting game
progressed to heavy petting, she finally let him “take her pants
off.” That was on Christmas Day, Sunday, December 25. It was the
best Christmas present he had ever received. By then, she had
captured his heart and soul totally. He was in love with her, and
she with him. In the weeks that followed their first love-making,
they grew closer and closer together. Although he felt guilty for
not telling her who he really was and what he really did, that was
one area of his life he could not divulge—not yet. He did, however,
learn all of the details of Kat’s sordid life. She confided that
she was tempted many times to go to the U.S. Embassy and defect,
asking for political asylum in the United States. But she knew that
would be a death sentence for her family, so she suffered on, doing
as her superiors in the Stasi demanded.
    In June, seven months after they had first
met, things took a turn for the worse. The first bit of news that
complicated their furious love affair was