Nunspeet, July 28 - 2006 Surprise visit Joyful

Fritz was at the farm reading his newspaper. He had some days off and had nothing to do. Perhaps he would get Ann in later and have some sex with her. Lately he felt it like there was some kind of distance between them. It was not like it used to be. She had become demanding and he could not kill her off, because of his sister.

Beatrice had moved her office from town to one of the buildings on the farm. It also irritated him because even if she was his sister, he did not want to be around her.

His eyes caught an article in the newspaper. It read that the Danish woman had been forced to make a deal with the prosecutor. He had to admit that he had become a little nervous when he was told that the woman was up to getting a jury trial. He had contacted the police at the airport, and they had assured him that he was not in danger. After 9/11, the aircrew could have kicked her in the face and would not have faced any legal action.

The model was forced to undergo Anger Management therapy as a part of the deal with the district attorney. Fritz had talked with Danes during the war in Bosnia from time to time and he knew that she in the eyes of the Danish population was now much worse off than it would have been the case if she had got 6 months in jail. Psychiatric treatment is regarded as very shameful in Denmark. He knew from his talk with the soldiers that they would rather endure with the psychological after effects from being in a war zone the rest of their life than letting their family know that they have been treated. Some had relatives with such social unacceptable sicknesses and they had their names changed in order to protect their family.

He knew by hart that the model never again would appear publicly and properly would end her career in a few years. He had his revenge in some way over the Danish people.

Out of pure joy, he sat down and did something new in his life. He wrote a limerick.

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I notice you on the plane as you board. Normally due to my low salary passengers do not make me care.

Your long bright hair - your trim figure -I long to talk to you, but do not dare.

It seems that your girlfriend is more than just a friend. Your kisses and laughing makes it seems that we have a married couple to take care about.

It is contemptuous to illustrate such an unnatural relationship in the open. The sun you let shine on my vanished behind that cloud.

You order wine and yet more wine. Of course as a Dane you take can handle the booze. You only end up getting sleepy.

You take your blindfolds on. I have my chance to get happy.

I am closing in on you. How I want to squeeze those firm oranges.

Both you and your girlfriend are sleeping heavily. Before I decide to make my move I hope the situation does not bring any changes.

My job is to adjust the chairs. I bent my body in over you. My lips are 10 centimetres from your. How I would like to take this kiss.

Then I smell you. The time seems to stop. The scent of roses reaches my noose. I fantasy my hands going over your entire body. I can feel every breath you take. You should not have made your shirt stay to open. I move closer. I have all the time in the world. How peaceful no stress.

WHACK!

You suddenly woke and your hand flew up. You looked shocked by your own reaction. You put up your hand in order to sign an apology.

I do not care. I want rehabilitation. You have stopped my dream by your intend to start a battery.

If you were my wife I would have you’re behind smacked.

I contact the pilot in order to arrange for a reception committee, when we land. He also thinks that such a conduct characterizes a brat. I knew I would be backed.

When the police arrived, you still have the blindfolds on.

They yank you up without warning. You and your girlfriend are caught by surprised. You shout in your funny language and it upsets the police. A 250-pound officer forces your 110-pound body to the ground and cuffed you on your back. The skin is torn on one of your wrists. They pull you up and carry you. Then you are gone.

Yesterday I bought the newspaper. I got you. They had made you pay. Not by prison but by ordering you to correct being bad-tempered crackpot.

The shameful sentence would prevent you from ever been being taken serious. The sweetness of revenge fills my mind. I could never have planned such a plot.

I hope you one day would travel in my plane once more. When I approach you I know you would be stiff from fear. I would take my kiss. Squeeze your oranges. You will forever become a property to me.

Both you and me would never forget our night together on six - four - three.

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The naughty flight attendant

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The rest of the day he drank and ate in a cheerful mood. Tonight he would have the twins in the bed too. They had the age so it was time that they had a real man.

He was about to get ready to have dinner when Ann called him from the barn. Something was wrong. He went over just to find the lights all out. The must be something wrong with the power was the thought he had.

He called for Ann. Then something hit him on his head and he went black.

When he came to himself he discovered that he was naked and tied to a chair.

5 women stood looking at him.

Ann, the twins, Beatrice and Paula!

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