Follow Me Down - 3oh!3

Take me take me outta here it makes me
Feel so, feel so na na nana na

Baby baby here we all crazy
You don’t have to worry na na nana na

So follow me down
Out of this town
Girl you’re moving way too slow
So follow me down, I’ll show you around
There’s a place we gotta go

Follow me, follow me
Fa la-la-la-la

Dancing, walking clock keeps on talking
They sing, they sing la la-la-la-la

Gentlemen and ladies, animals and babies
We sing, we sing na na na-na-na

So follow me down
Out of this town
Girl you’re moving way too slow
So follow me down, I’ll show you around
There’s a place we gotta go

Follow me, follow me
Fa la-la-la-la

Ah ah ah oh oh

Down down down down. Oh okay
Down, down. Down down. Oh, oh

Follow me, follow me
Fa la-la-la-la

Chapter.11

February 24

To life at the house was not very different to the last week at the apartement. When Sidney was at home we mostly spend time together, having a lot of fun and making plans about California. Like me showing him all my favourite places, him meeting all of my friends there, us going to the beach, to some parks, to a winery. He really wanted to go there. He told me that one of his dreams is to live on a vineyard some day. And California has pretty good vineyards.

On Wednesday I had to go to Munich for a meeting with my cousine at her advertising-agency. And because Sidney had to be at the movie-set early, too I decided to go by cab to Heathrow. Boarding was around 8 am, so I had to leave the house at 5 am. That's like midnight for me. I was so tired and not ready to get up when my clock started to beep at 4 am. I growled and wanted it to shut up immediately, but a heavenly voice whisperd in my ear
'Good morning my love'
Damn, why is he always awake before me? Why is he always in such a good temper? Why is he always so wonderful?
'I don't want to get up' me still growling and now snuggeling into Sidneys arms. Inhaling his scent, kissing his neck, his chest
'I want to stay here in bed. With you. Forever.'
After a few more minutes of stroking and kissing each other he said
'I know. I would love to stay here with you. But we really need to get up. I need to be at the castle in two hours and you have a flight to catch'
I knew he was right. That's why I decided to get up, shower and dress myself. Lucky me Sidney had made me a cup of coffee, holding it to me when I entered the kitchen.
'You are looking gorgeous' he told me, making me blushing. What makes him smile even more at me, his eyes telling me, that he loves me. Well, of course he was not less beautiful. Standing right in front of me, barefoot and only wearing his black pj.
'Thank you. You are looking so wonderful, too ... making me want to take you to bed with me ... now.' but thankfully both of my hands holding the cup of coffee and I knew that I need to go to Munich.

When I landed in it was great - back at home, somehow. I'm not from Munich but from a town near by and finally it's Bavaria. The meeting was great, everybody appreciated my work and I got few more things to do. Afterwards I had also a nice afternoon with my cousine. I told her about Sidney and she told me all the news from our friends at home. Yes, we phone and eMail regularely it's quite more fun to be together again. When she took me back to the Airport at 6 pm we promised to visit each other very soon. Also because I missed my mom and my grandparents a lot, but sadly I had no time to stay longer here to visit them, too. Not this time.

Because of a delayed flight I landed in Heathrow at 10.25 pm. I've called Sidney from Munich to let him know i'll be late and he told me he'll come to get me. When I spoted him I felt like we'd been apart for a week or two. I really enjoyed the day but not comparing to any of my feelings now. I was so happy to see him again. And we hugged each other for a long time.
On our way to his car we were holding hands and Sidney told me about his day, that a stuntman was injured so they had to call an ambulance. I told him about mine, that I promised to be back home soon and that I want him to come with me. To meet my family and my friends. He was delighted and told me that we could go there before we are moving to California, which was a really wonderful idea.
'There's a surprise waiting for you at home.' he told me while driving home.
I hate surprises. Or better - I like it to get something but I don't like it not to know what it is ... it's kind of a love-hate-thing.
'Something good or something bad?' me asking carefully
'Well, I hope you'll like it. But never fear - if you don't like it, no harm is done. There will be no problem in taking it away again.'
Oh great. Now I am afraid. What could it be? What for goddess sake could he have brought to his house during this one day? He also was at work and hadn't had that much time. But he didn't say one more word about it. Him just smirking some kind of very wickedly. I think that's why I became curious now. Very curious. And after closing the house-door I turned around to face him.
'Where is it?'
'Where is what?' he asking innocent
'My surprise.' me now jumping up and down. Excited.
'Sidney, please. Don't do that to me. First telling me there is a surprise and I don't need to be afraid and now not showing me ...'
'Welcome back home my love' was his answer. Before he put his arms around me, lifting me up, kissing me
'I missed you. I missed you so much and I'm glad you are back again. Safe.' and after another very long kiss he added
'Go to our bedroom - there is your surprise. I'll wait downstairs.' and before I could free me and get away he added
'But don't forget, if you don't like it - just forget that it's there - okay?'
'Okay' and away I run.

Up the stairs and down the hall to our bedroom. I opened the door and closed it behind me again. I didn't want him to hear whatever reaction I'll have. Of course I don't want to hurt him, no matter if I like his surprise or not. But there was no need in even thinking about not liking it. Not now. Not before I knew what it is.
The packet was on the bed. A big red one. I opened it carefully. The first thing I saw was ... red. A lot of red. Red fabric. Very carefully I took it out, tossed the packet on the floor and layed it on the bed. It was a dress. The most wonderful dress I've ever seen. Made of a lot of chiffon and brocade. All in silver, black and red. Just the same bloody red as my haircolour. A kneelength dress with a corsage and a scarf. I barely had the heart to touch it. This was wonderful. Amazing. Gorgeous. I wanted to try it on. And very very carefully, so I don't scratch it anywhere, I got into it. It fit like a second skin. This was amazing. I never had anything that gorgeous. That fitting. I spined around and around and around in front of the mirror. I coudn't believe it's really me I am looking at. I felt like a princess.

Tears of pure joy were running down my cheeks when I sprinted down the stairs. This time not thinking about damaging the dress anymore I jumped in Sidneys arms and he spinned me around. When I was back standing on my feet I steped back from him, showing him my new dress. I guess I really looked proud and great.
'So, you like it?' he finally asked
'Because if not ...'
'Like it?' I interrupted him
'Like it? Are you crazy man? I love it! It's the most wonderful dress I've ever seen.' and than, suddenly I was thinking about something. What if it's just borrowed? And I have to give it back? That's why i asked
'Is this really for me? You bought that dress for me?'
'Ah - no. No, I didn't buy it for you.'
Crap - crap - crap ... I have to give it back ...
'It's made just for you. It's one of a kind, just like you my dear. But ...'
'It's made only for me? You let it do for me? Are you serious? How did you? This is ... it's fitting so perfect!'
'This is my little secret, darling.' and he was kissing the tip of my nose
'But I need to ask you a favour.'
'Anything you want. Just tell me I don't need to give that gem back.'
Now he was looking very amused at me, taking my head in both of his hands.
'That's very interesting. Everytime I ask you a favour your answer is - depends on the favour - and now you'd do anything for that dress.'
But I knew he was not mad, he just was amazed.
'So, what favour?' now me being curious again.
'I need you to wear this dress tomorrow.'
'Tomorrow?'
'Well, yes. Tomorrow night is a party after the movie premiere. And I ... I thought you'd love to be there with me. That's why I ... I decided to get you a dress.'
'You? You want me to be there? With you? Together?' tears started again to run out of my eyes. I dreamed about being there with him but I never thought about it to happen. And now he wants me to be there and he got me this most wonderful dress.
'Don't cry my dear. You don't need to. Is it that cruel to ask you that favour? If you don't want to go, no problem. And yes, that dress is yours. If you wanna come with me or not. But ... well, of course I want you to be there. With me. I want you to be everywhere together with me.'

Chocolate Cake - Crowded House

Not everyone in New York would pay to see Andrew Lloyd Webber
May his trousers fall down as he bows to the queen and the crown
I don't know what tune the orchestra played
But it went by me sickly sentimental

Can I have another piece of chocolate cake
Tammy Baker's got a lot on her plate
Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake
Andy Warhol must be laughing in his grave

The band of the night take you to ethereal heights over dinner
And you wander the streets never reaching the heights that you seek
And the sugar that dripped from the violin's bow made the children go crazy
Put a hole in the tooth of a hag

Can I have another piece of chocolate cake
Tammy Baker must be losing her faith, yeah
Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake
Andy Warhol must be laughing in his grave

And dogs are on the road, we're all tempting fate
Cars are shooting by with no number plates
And here comes Missis Hairy legs
I saw Elvis Presley walk out of a Seven Eleven
And a woman gave birth to a baby and then bowled 257
Now the excess of fat on your American bones
Will cushion the impact as you sink like a stone

Can I have another piece of chocolate cake
Tammy Baker, Tammy Baker
Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake
Cheap Picasso, cheap Picasso fake
Can I have another piece of chocolate cake
Kathy Straker boy could she lose some weight
Can I buy another slice of real estate
Liberace must be laughing in his grave

Chapter.10

February 21

Sunday morning I managed to get up before Sidney. I put on my clock but woke up 5 minutes before it has to run - lucky me. So Sidney didn't notice me getting out of bed and down to the kitchen. Preparing breakfast.
Normally Sidney is always up way before me. At least awake. Than looking at me, caressing me, holding me in his arms. But this day I wanted to be the one who does the breakfast. I made coffee, some toast and put salmon and jam on a tray. Next to a white lily and the cake I'd made the day before.
Of course, when I was back in the bedroom Sidney had noticed my absence. Also he still layed very relaxed, just waiting for me to be back. Right by his side. That he can take me back in his arm.
Anyway - there was no need anymore to be superquiet. I closed the door behind me and put the tray on the bench at the end of the bed.
While I got back under the sheets Sidney watching every step of me. Showing me that he wants me to lay in his arm.
I kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear
'Happy birthday!' and than snuggled to him
'Thank you. I'd never get such a sweet birthdaykiss before' he's teasing me
'So, lucky you. Want some more?' and I started to bombard him with kisses. I kissed every little inch in his face, neck and ears. Every but his lips. Sidney giggling like a cute little child. Having just as much fun as me. Till he made me stop. Grabbing my shoulders. Making me look at him. Than he got his real birthdaykiss. A real real real birthdaykiss.

When I took the tray between us, so we could have some breakfast Sidney smiled so adorable and happy.
'You like it?'
'It's perfect. That's so sweet of you making breakfast for us, darling.'
'Of course I do ... at least once a year. It's your birthday'
I poured us some more coffee. Sidney tried the cake. Me watching him curious. I really hope he likes it. I haven't made a cake for months, but I think my double-chocolate-cake is still okay. Mia, Christopher and Thomas always loved it.
Well, because I couldn't find any marshmellow-icing in London, there was only plain chocolate on top. But I decorated it with some Smarties. And of course there was a candle on it. Which Sidney had blown out a few moments before.
'Where the hell did you get that?' he was asking me after he swalloed his third bite.
'Why? Is it that bad?'
'Bad? No! This is ...' the next piece on his fork pointing at me
'this is the best chocolate-cake I ever had. It is amazing. It's so ... so rich ... so much chocolate. But not too sweet. Just right.'
'You like it?' me asking carefully
'Like it? I love that cake! I guess I'm already addicted to that cake.'
I was relieved that he likes it. I was just smiling and tasting it by myself. Well yes, this one was really extreme smooth and great. I think it's also not bad that the icing is missing.
'Would you now tell me where you got this? Or is that a very huge secret?'
'No. No secret. But ... I didn't buy this cake. I made it all by myself.'
that was deffinitely a surprise. Something Sidney hadn't thought about. He's looking at me. Astonished.
'What? Now you don't like it anymore?'
'You? You did that?'
'Yes. I love to bake cakes. And this is the one I'm doing best. Just had to improve some things.' me now smiling. Yes, very proud of myself. I made him speachless. I surprised him.
'Would you please, please promise me somthing? Don't make that cake very often. I can't stop myself eating it. It's so delicious.'
'But ... you don't want to eat it? Because ... it's so delicious?' me asking confused
'No. I will get fat as an Orca if you bake that more often.' and he is smiling at me. The most wonderful smile ever.

We ended our breakfast around 1 pm. And because the weather was really nice, still snow outside but sunny, we decided to go to Hyde Park for a walk.
Of course Sidney got something material from me to his birthday, too. I discovered him being a big fan of art-books - I got him the new exhibition-catalogue from MOMA. Going along with the promise to visit it next time we are in America.
We ate at some chinese-fastfood because Sidneys didn't want to go to a restaurant for diner. And than we'd been at a Pub. The one we'd visited at our first date. Yes, it was very romantic. Together we reflected our first evening. Sidney told me he wanted to kiss me every second. While I just couldn't believe that a man of his range is interested in me - as a good friend.

Back at home we were sitting on the couch for a glass of whiskey. Both of us very relaxed and happy.
'You know that was the best birthday for years. For decades.'
'I'm glad you enjoyed your day.' me lying in Sidneys arm, resting at his side
'Enjoyed is much too less to describe how awesome this day had been. But the best of all, you shared it with me.'
'Of course I did. I'm kind of a part of your present.' me smiling wickedly while my hand is running down his chest. Down to his waist. To open his belt. To open the button of his pants.
'You are the best that ever could happen to me' he growled, made me lie down on the couch. While he started to kiss and undress me.

Never Loved Before - Alan Jackson

Girl I swear you got me acting crazy...
Half the time I dont know what my name is...
Im the kind, who like to take it slow and lazy
Girl yo ugot me runnin hot and hazy

Oh I love you like I never...
Oh I love you like I never...
Oh I love you like I never loved before

Boy you got me runnin like a rocket
You stole my heart, and stuck it in your pocket
And now I got your face inside my lockett
I really tried but I dont think I can stop it baby

Oh I love you like I never...
Oh I love you like I never...
Oh I love you like I never loved before

You sat beside me last night on the sofa
I took your hand and pulled you little closer
You kissed my lips and then you let me hold yah
That feels the way that loves supposed to feel baby

Oh I love you like I never...
Oh I love you like I never...
Oh I love you like I never loved before

You held the door when we went to the movies
I like your quirky, sneeky sense of humor
Your strong and sweet and all the things I needed
Your the one that keeps my heart a beetin

Oh I love you like I never...
Oh I love you like I never...
Oh I love you like I never loved before

Oh my heart starts beatin when its time for you to leave me

Yah my heart starts spinnin...

Every time that your near me...

Oh I love you like I never...
Oh I love you like I never...
Oh I love you like I never loved before

Chapter.09

February 15-20

Next week was quite busy. I had to work for the next catalogue - most of the time doing some research for pictures and editing text. Mia and me are working as designer for advertising. Our little company in California is really successful. Also every three months I am working for my cousine, too. Helping her with a sports-catalogue in Germany. And because everything I used for work was at the apartement and I needed to pack all my other stuff, we decided to stay there.
During the day Sidney was away, mostly on set or at his managers office. The evenings we spend together. He is fantastic in cooking - quite contrary to me - and every night he surprised me with delicious compositions. While he was cooking I had time to finish my work. But every now and than he came over to me, to kiss me, to hug me, to tell me he loves me - just to make me feel so great.
Friday I'd finished packing most of my few things I brought to London. Of course not that much, because we only stayed there for three or four weeks in a row. I only had to carry three cardboard-boxes with CDs, DVDs and books and two cases with my clothings. On Sunday Sidney had to do some charity-work and I decided to take my stuff to his house. I wanted to be alone while trying to make my computer stuff working again and arranging all the papers I need for work. And also I was more than happy with him I wasn't sure how my feelings will be if I'll leave the apartement - forever.
That's why Sidney asked me on Saturday morning after my second cup of coffe
'I'll leave you the car here, so you can get all of your stuff over at once. Also I don't like it that you don't want me to help you.'
'I don't want you car.' of course not - I'm much too afraid in damaging it.
'You don't want the car? May I ask how you'll get the boxes to the house? By feet? By tube?'
'No ... I'll get me a Cab. So I can also do it very quick.' me grinning at him
'You want to call a Cab? Why don't you just take my car? I don't get it, sorry.'
'Ummm ... well, one reason ... I'm afraid to damage your car ... and'
but he interrupted me
'You are afraid to damage the car?' looking at me like I am a stupid little child
'So what? Than it'll be repaired.'
Okay, I guess I have to confess the other, real reason
'And ... I am not good in drivin on the wrong side of the street.'
Sidney burst into laugher and put me in his arms
'Oh my dear. I never thought of that. I'm sorry love. I'm so used to drive here. It never occured to me that you are not used to it.'
'I'm from Germany - we drive on the right side, you know ...'
'So we should train you in driving here!' he suggested.
'Ah, no. No, I don't think so. Everytime I was here I didn't need a car. I'm just fine with that.'
'But you only stayed here for a few weeks not more ...'
Uhm, it wasn't the right time to talk about it, but I guess I needed to tell him sometime. So why not now.
'Yes, that's something I wanted to talk to you anyway ...'
we both standing in the kitchenette of the small two-room-apartement, Sidneys arm still around me, sipping our coffee
'Sandy, I know what you are going to tell me. I was thinking about it for quite a while now. I think ...' but than he stoped dead, making himself another cup of coffee. Me now looking very curious at him, how could he know that I need to tell him, that I can't stay here in London? Not forever. That I need to go back to California. To Mia. To Christopher. To our cottage. To our advertising agency. Yes, I really love Sidney but I can't give up everything I worked so hard for. And I can't stand the english weather 12 months a year. The weather it was originally a main reason me moving from Bavaria to California four years ago.
'No, I don't think ...' he finally went on
'that's not true. I know that I won't let you go. If that means I have to move to California with you, I'll do that.' and after a short break he added
'If you want me to.'
This guy was so incredible. I was stunned. I had no idea that he was thinking about it. I needed to sit down and just slid down to the floor. Sidney also got down to sit in front of me - waiting for an answer.
'You are serious?' was all I could say at that moment.
'More serious than ever before in my life. If we need to go back to California because of your work and your friends, we'll go.' he smiling at me
'and just in case you don't know. I've been living in America and Canada for a few years. Years ago ... and I don't need to stay here. All I need is to be with you.'
I couldn't say a word, I just kind of jumped in his arms, knocking him down at the floor, lying on him, hugging and kissing him.
'I guess this is a yes, you want me to come with you?' he asked when I let go of him.
'Yes, of course. I thought about how to tell you that I need to go back. That it would be so hard to leave you. I love you so much. And you just tell me that you'll come with me. As if it's the most normal thing on this planet.'
'It is the most normal thing my dear.'
'But ... and ... well ... your house? The Hotel? Your family? Your work? Your friends? You can't leave everything because me being so selfish.'
After he'd took me back in his arms he explained - as it's also the most convenient thing
'My house? It'll be still our house when we want to visit London. The Hotel? It's my brothers Hotel and the apartement will still be there when we want to be there. My family? I don't see them very often now and I think nothing will change if we live in California. My work? Yes - sometimes I'll need to be here for work but I also can work at any other place on this earth, just like you. And I think I'm old enough ... and I don't need to work anymore' he's snickering.
'And your friends?'
'My friends? Don't tell me that all of your friends are at the same place. You also have friends in Germany, Austria, Norway, Australia, England and America. So do I. You see - no problem there either.'
'May I ask you a favour?' I needed to ask that now.
'Mmmmm - depends on the favour ...' he teasing me, because that is my casual answer on that question. And I just hit him a bit to let him know that me wants a serious answer. But I went on
'Please promise that you'll never wake me up. This must be a dream. It's much too perfect to be reality. You are much too perfect ...' and than I kissed him again.

Later that day I moved in at Sidneys house in London. I got my own room, so I could work there without being interrupted. I don't need to pick up everything in the evening, it just didn't bother anybody if the room was a mess. And of course the room was just great - a lot of white wooden bookshelves, a big matching desk and a hugh lether-chair. I installed my computer and my music and started to work again on Monday.
At first I was distracted because of the pretty view outside the window. I had direct sight to some beautiful public garden. But when I got a message from Mia I was back. As almost every day we chatted a lot while working. I told her about Sidney and me coming to Cali and she was really curious about him. She wanted so desperately to finally meet him. Sadly I couldn't tell her when we'll finally be back.

Human - The Killers

I did my best to notice
When the call came down the line
Up to the platform of surrender
I was brought but I was kind

And sometimes I get nervous
When I see an open door
Close your eyes, clear your heart
Cut the cord

Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancer?

Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance
They always did the best they could

And so long to devotion
You taught me everything I know
Wave goodbye, wish me well
You've gotta let me go

Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancer?

Will your system be alright
When you dream of home tonight?
There is no message we're receiving
Let me know, is your heart still beating?

Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

You've gotta let me know
Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancer?

Are we human or are we dancer?

Chapter.08

February 14

Sunday we started by going to church, meeting a special friend of Sidney and than having a very lazy but wonderful breakfast at the Hotel. I ate so much, I wasn't sure if I'll ever be able to move again. But we needed to test everything that was available. Well, me needed to test everything. All looked so great and delicious. Sidney just sat there most of the time, watching me. But I also made him to taste a lot of stuff.
Back at our apartement I was lying fully dressed on the bed, listening to music while whining about becoming much too fat because of Sidney. He just ignored all of that by telling me
'Becoming fat means becoming more of you? So there'll be more of you I can love' and than he went to the living-room, grinning. To read some mail he got.

About an hour later the phone rang. I almost had answered it. Gosh, I was really feeling like home now. But at the last second I stoped my hand and waited Sidney to answer it.
'Sheila, how are you?' I could hear him
'Sure, come up - haven't seen you for a while. And I need to introduce you to someone very special.'
Ups. Perhaps I should go. I don't want to lie at Sidney. But that will happen if Sheila is here. Than I have to pretend I don't know her. Also they haven't seen for few weeks, so I'd only disturb.
'Your niece?' me asking Sidney after I got up very quickly.
'Yes' he's looking up at me while still sitting on the couch, a letter in his hand
'She's coming up. I hope you don't mind, darling. But I think you have to meet anyway.' now he's smiling at me, standing up and reaching his hands to tell me I should come to him.
'Ah, no. I guess I'll leave the two of you alone. So you can talk more in private ...' yes, I sounded very lame but what else to tell him? I know more about your niece than you? Not really!
Anyway, it was too late, just at that moment the doors opened and in came Sheila. Half a head taller than me, normal figure dressed up in Hotel-stuff. Her red long hair hang loose around her shoulders. She looked more pale than ever, just like she isn't great and haven't slept much.
'Uncle Sid!' she smiled and ran in Sidneys open arms.
'Sheila my dear. How are you?' Sidney had also recognised she didn't look very well, because his voice sounded worried.
'Oh uncle Sid! I'm so glad you are here! And ...' she stoped for a second, looking around till her eyes found me, still standing at the door to the bedroom, awkwardly
'and I'm also glad that you are here Sandy!'
What? She wants to confess?
'Hey Sheila' I answered very silent.
Sidney now looking curious, his eyebrows raised up, almost touching his hairline. At me first and than at Sheila. But he didn't ask, he just said
'How's about sitting down. It's more confortable.' holding his hand up to me again, so I was supposed to sit next to him. Sheila took the chair, looking at both of us. Sidney now taking my hand, squeezing it. I wasn't sure what he wanted to tell me. That it's okay if I knew her before? That he'll back me up whatever she's telling us now? That he is just glad I am here? ...
And because Sheila didn't say a word - just staring down at the floor as if she lost something, now searching for it - Sidney started the conversation. By asking her why she is looking so aweful. That made her start crying. I can't stand it when a friend of me is in pain. That's why I stood up and went to her to take her in my arms. After she was barely okay again I sat down again, next to Sidney. Him only watching us, trying to find out what's going on.
'Would you please tell me what it is, sweetheart?' Sidney asked very calm. Well I guess he asked Sheila, but it was also possible he asked me. Or maybe he just asked and hoped one of us will answer. Lucky me, Sheila got her voice back
'Oh uncle Sidney! It's so wonderful ... but also so complicated. And I ... uh, where to begin. I just need anybody to talk. You know my dad, I cannot talk to him.'
Sidney seemed to be totally relaxed, but I wasn't sure if he really was or if he just acted. Because he was again holding my hand very tight. His fingers playing with my fingers - something he is doing often, but always if he is nervous. So I could feel that he was not really as calm and relaxed that he pretended to be.
'So, how's about just start your story at the beginning? Or if it's more easy, perhaps would you first tell me why you know my wife?'
Now it was me squeezing Sidneys hand. Of course he had noticed that we know each other.
'Yes, that's a good idea. I met Sandy about a year ago. In London. She is a good friend of ...' but than she stopped, looking at me, pleadingly. So I went on - even not sure if she wants me to tell or not. If it's the right thing I was saying now or not
'Well, Sidney ... ummm, you already know I am a good friend of Barry? Barry introduced me to Sheila. That's how we know each other.'
It looks like it was the right explanation, because Sheila now smiling at me. But not the right thing for Sidney, who now faced me. Looking more curious than before
'And it never occured to you that this Sheila Rickman is my niece Sheila?'
'Nope.' I told him the truth. I really never thought about Sheila being his Sheila - not till last night, but that's something he didn't need to know.
'No, because i know her as Sheila Mulligan.'
'Mulligan? You are using your mothers name?' Sidney now looking at Sheila again.
'No, nomally not. No. Because ... well, you know why. I hate her. But that was some kind of emergency and it was the first name that came to my mind ... I'm sorry.'
'Aha ... an emergency ...' and few seconds later I litterally could hear the click in Sidneys head. When he made the connection about what I have said. Turning his head toward me he asked
'You know what I am thinking?' me only nodding. More awkward than ever. So he again faced Sheila, confronting her with what he just discovered
'So, you are Barrys girlfriend?'
Sheila now looking at me, whispering
'You - you told him???'
'No, she didn't tell me anything.' Sidney answered the question she wanted to know from me in a very angry way. But he also squeezed my hand once more.
'But I am not that stupid and senile. I am still able to count one and one together little lady. Don't blame my love for your secrets.' and with a much more softer voice he went on
'And now please tell me what your problem is. I don't like you looking that unhappy and tired and aweful.'
Me still looking at Sheila, she looking at me
'I'm sorry Sandy. I didn't want to insinuate anything to you.'
'It's okay, don't worry' I told her
'You want me to leave? Than the two of you could talk.'
'No. No, please stay. You know I like you and well, I guess you are now also like family, right?' she smiling now a bit at us. Sidney now taking his arm around my waist to pull me more close to him.

Than Sheila told her uncle and me everything. That she is in love with Barry for three years now and that they are engaged for two weeks. But she still hadn't told her father because she was afraid. Afraid that he will not let her marry. She told us that she had few boyfriends but everyone was not good enough for her. Her dad had always told her and earlier or later they dumped her or she left them. But with Barry it was some other kind of thing. They knew each other for that long and they are both interested in the Hotel. She thinks her dad is only so crazy acting because he is afraid that she'll leave him and the Hotel if she finds a nice boy.
'But I love my dad and I love this Hotel. Granddads Hotel. That's my life!'
'Snd why don't you just tell all of that to my brother?'
'Because he won't listen. He never does. He is so stubborn ...'
'He is still hurt ...'
'But that's not my fault uncle Sidney. It wasn't my fault that mom left us. Why can't he be just happy for me?'
'Hunny - he just wants to protect you. Every dad wants to protect his little girl. But you know that, right?'
'Sure. But I'm 28 and I need to make my own faults. And if it's really a fault to marry the man I love - so it should be. Also I don't think it's a fault. Not Barry. He is so wonderful.'
'What do you want me to do now? Or is all you needed is to tell anybody?'
'No. I think not. Since you arrived here I thought so much about Barry and me. First I was afraid that my secret will no longer be a secret because of Sandy. Well, I was wrong and I knew it. Also Barry told me that she would never tell anybody. Than I thought about it being some kind of destiny that you are here. Now I have to confess everything. In the end, that's why I decided to talk to you. Now I just need more courage. Because I know I need to go to dad and tell him. That I will be Barrys wife.'
I still couldn't say a word, just listen. But I was so released that she finally decided to stop that hide-and-seek. Not for my sake but for Barry and hers.
'Sheila?' Sidney now asking very softly
'you think it would be good if I escort you? To talk to my brother? Just in case ... you know.'
'You'd do that?'
'Sure! you are my most favourite niece. I care about you. And I'd do a lot for you.' and he stepped over to her and huged her for a very long time.

Than Sidney called David and the two where already at the elevator to go down to see him. When Sheila turned around, huging me and saying
'Thank you so much! Thank you so much for being such a great friend.' and after a short pause she added in a bright smile
'And welcome to the family. My grandmas ring really fits you well ... aunt.'

100 Suns - 30 Seconds To Mars

I believe in nothing
Not the end and not the start
I believe in nothing
Not the earth and not the stars
I believe in nothing
Not the day and not the dark
I believe in nothing
But the beating of our hearts

I believe in nothing
100 suns until we part
I believe in nothing
Not in Satan, not in God
I believe in nothing
Not in peace and not in war
I believe in nothing
But the truth in who we are

Chapter.07

February 13

The next moring I woke up, lying on my belly, nacked. My right arm resting around Sidneys waist, his left arm around my shoulders. And again I couldn't believe that it's really true, that the most wonderful man is lying next to me, loving me. Opening one eye to be sure it's really him I snuggled into his arm, taking a smell of him. Of this incredible delightful masculine scent. The most fascinating mix of fresh Gin with sweet wild Jasmine, framed with some rough and wild leather - timeless and elegant ... just like him.
And I could hear Sidney moan, because he enjoyed me being so close to him. He kissed my head and his fingertips softly run up and down my back, giving me goosebumps.
'Good morning my dear' he was whispering 'are you cold?'
Instead of telling him I licked the nipple I was lying next, what made him goosebumps. So me asking now very innocent
'Are you cold?'
Well, that was some kind of mistake. He started to tease me. Tickle me. He exactly knew where he needed to touch me that I had to giggle. To growl.
We did some kind of fight. At the end I was as breathless as Sidney. His right hand holding both of my hands in prison over my head. His left hand holding himself up that not all of his weight was lying on me. We where looking at each other
'Okay, you won.' I told him after a while. Still looking in his eyes
'I won? Nice. What is my price?'
'Well ...' I had to think about that. But finally I added
'I'm sorry, but it's only me. No jackpot or great thing or so ... you just won me.'
He let go of my hands but I didn't move an inch. His now free hand touching my cheek, very gentle, very soft. His thumb going along my lips and he said very quiet and some kind of scary
'Don't you dare miss. Don't you ever again dare to tell you are nothing great or important. If anybody wins you - that definitely is the jackpot. The most amazing jackpot. And I'm very lucky and proud that I won that jackpot. That you are in love with me. It's something I'd never expected to get.'
And finally we kissed each other. We went on at some point where we ended last night, and this morning. We crawled up under the blanket. Kissing. Touching. Having a lot of excited fun.

Around 11 am I needed some coffee, because without caffein I'll get terrible headache. And because breakfast was closed one hour ago we ordered some food to come up to the apartement.
To be honest, I was really glad to be that privileged at this moment.
Not only because of the coffee, also because the breakfast was awesome. We had some salmon and toast and jam and eggs with bacon.
Looking outside there was a terrible weather. Snow and wind and lots of fog. We decided not to leave the Hotel. We just stayed in our apartement, watching some movies. Sidneys only condition was 'no movie I am in' - but because there were so much other movies I finally decided to watch the Lord of the Rings-trilogie. Well, I wanted to watch it but I had no idea where the TV might be. Sidney watching me amused and finally showing me. At the bottom end of the bed you could drive up a hugh flatscreen. I guess I looked very funny because Sidney telling me
'Darling, you could close your mouth again. And I don't want to know how your expression will be if you'll ever stay and live at the house in London.'
Ohmygoddess, that sounds promissing, right?
Thankfully I've watched the movies very often before. Because this time I didn't see very much of it. We prefered to look at each other. Kiss. Touch. Having some more sex again. Everything was more important than watching Gandalf, Frodo and all the others.
Between movie two and three we decided to go to another locaten. Having some fun in the whirlpool. Doing some battle with lather and I teased Sidney because of his yellow rubber duck who has to share the water with us.

We also stayed up in the apartement for diner. Ordering some burger and fries for me and fish and potatoes for Sidney. Eating in bed. Feeding each other. I had no idea how much wine we had, but I counted more than three empty bottles. It was a very delicious red wine, italian, rich and fruity. For desert we got chocolate flan and creme. Sidney licking it from my body. All in all we acted again like some crazy teens.
But we also talked about the future - our future. How to manage that I'd move to the house very quick.

It was one of the best days in my life and also the best weekend I had for years. This saturday we never dressed up, well not really. Sidney only wearing his black pyjama-bottoms and me the top of it.

Drinkin' Dark Whiskey - Allan Gary

Dinkin’ dark whiskey,
Tellin’ white lies,
One leads to another,
On a Saturday night,
Don’t ya cross your heart,
Unless you hope to die,
Drinkin’ dark whiskey,
Tellin’ white lies

Well the first drop burns
But the second one goes down smooth,
Then that old black label gets a hold of you,
It loosens your tongue but it never tells the truth

When the bottle starts talkin’
Be careful what he might say,
He talks in the dark like he never would in the day,
Then he gets in trouble just as soon as he gets away,

Well a little white lie don’t mean anyone no good,
When it’s making the rounds all over the neighborhood,
The next thing you know your all misunderstood,

Drinkin’ dark whiskey,
Tellin’ white lies,
One leads to another,
On a Saturday night,
Don’t ya cross your heart,
Unless you hope to die,
Drinkin’ dark whiskey,
Tellin’ white lies

Chapter.06

February 12

Back at our room, well apartement of course, it was time to redress for diner. And because we'd got all sabulous at the beach we took a shower in that great step-in-massage-thing with milkglas all around us.
To be honest, it was the very first time we'd been together without any clothes. And I was more than impressed. I had no idea that a man of his age could have such a body. Such a well trained adorable body. At some point I was not sure if I could fill in any of his standards, because I'm neither trained nor skinny as a model, but he let me feel that he loved each one of my female curves.
We considered to take diner at our room, but at least we went down to the dining room. For one because I didn't want any special privilege from the Hotel, and we both agreed that we won't eat anything besides each other if we stayed up here in private.

At 7 pm we sat at a nice table in the breakfast/dining-room. Me dressed in blue jeans, a plain black shirt and with my beloved cowboy boots. Sidney in his - like he called it - gray leisure pants, a black shirt and a matching cardigan. All made to make his grey eyes much more intense.
The room was not very big but there where about 20 tables, most of them for two or four persons. Everything was decorated in yellow and red - just like I imagined a wonderful English cottage. It made you feel at home and safe. During the evening the meals will be served - during the breakfast there is a buffet.
'There you can get whatever you want' Sidney told me.
On one wall there was an fireplace and, according to Sidney, at cold winder days the three couches in front of it where occupied a lot. At Christmas there always is a big tree next to that fireplace and if ever he can coordinate he's here to help his niece to decorate it with odds and ends. I really felt that he liked this place and his brothers girl a lot.
'Perhaps next time I could come with you?' me asking with caution
'Perhaps? Not perhaps my love, next time you'll be here with me! Well, if you want to spend Christmas with an old man ...' he perfectly knew how to tease me, but this time I didn't give in
'Oh yes, I love old men. Especially if they are wearing a long white beard and red clothes.'
A short moment later during this his face went from astonishment to amusement he confessed
'Okay, your point! That deserves you a kiss!'

At first we got some tomatoe-soup, one of the best I ever ate. With pieces of tomatoes, sage and some whiped cream on top. The menue was the same for every guest, also Sidney told me - once again - that I could have whatever I want. What I - once again - refused.
At second salad with shrimp was served, third had been lemon-chicken with rice. I really enjoyed it. The chicken was delicious. Even more delicious because we acted like some teenagers. Laughing a lot, kissing a lot and feeding each other from time to time. Because we wanted to know if the same food of the others plate is tasting the same than it's own.
The wine Sidney had ordered was very fine, too. Once again I felt like being home now. Sidney liked the same things than me, he shared my kind of humor, he always knew what to say and to do. And suddenly I recognised what I'd been missing for so long.

While I sipped a hot cup of coffee and Sidney a glas of Scotish whiskey my cell told me that I got a message. Guilty I looked at it, because I thought of Mia and that I hadn't talked to her in three days. What really was rare, because our normal behaviour is to talk or text each other a lot each and every day.
'Don't look as if you just commited a crime' Sidney told me
'just look who's it from and if you need - go and call back. It could be important.'
'Serious? You are not mad at me that I'd taken it down with me?'
'No.' his eyes telling me that he really understands, his hand touching my cheek
'Look, I know how much you miss your twin-sis and her boy. So perhaps it's her, telling you that she's also missing you.'
'Thank you. You are so ...' and because I didn't know how to finish I only said
'I love you!'
'As I love you.' and after his brilliant smile had once again stunned me he brought me back to earth by asking me
'So, you want to read your text-message or not?'
Anyway I needed to go to the restroom I excused myself, took my cell and went away. After sharing another wonderful kiss.

To my surprise the text wasn't from Mia and also not from Christopher. It was from Sheila, Barrys fiance:
'meet me at the ladys room - PLEASE!'
When i entered the room she already was there. Glaring at me like I am her enemy.
'Sheila! Hey! How are you?' and because she only stood there, looking at me - mad ... I went on
'I was so surprised to see Barry today. Here. I mean, that this is the Hotel he is working for. And than he told me ...' but I stopped dead because her expresion didn't change. She still glared at me.
'Sheila? What's wrong? It's me. You know me - right?'
But instead of answering my questions she yelled at me
'What are you doing here? What the hell are you doing here - with my uncle?'
I was irritated. What was wrong? But there was no time for me to explain, because she went on. Now in a very controlled and cold voice.
'Did you tell him? Did you tell him about Barry and me? Did you ... what's going on between you and my uncle?'
I felt she needed to be calmed down. She was so in rage and I was afraid anybody outside will recognise and look what's going on in here.
'Sheila. Calm down! Please! First of all - because I guess that is the most important for you - I didn't tell ANYbody about you and Barry.'
Okay, not because I promised but because I was too occupied. But still I haven't told. Also more because untill now I didn't recall that Sidneys niece Sheila is the same Sheila that is also Barrys fiance. Lucky me, my words where the right one, because suddenly she relaxed and huged me.
'Thank you! Thank you so much! But uncle Sid - you and him - are here. You - together with him, right?'
'I tell you if you please promise me not to yell again.'
'Deal.' and she tried to smile a bit.
'Your uncle and me are together.'
'Together? Like you are working for him?'
'Iiih, nope. More the kind of together like together together. Together like you and your fiance ...'
'Pssssssst - don't tell anybody - please!'
'No, I won't ... I promised Barry and I also promise to you. I won't tell it as long as you don't want me to. Okay?'
'Okay.' Sheila relaxed and made me sit next to her at a cute blue couch with lionsfeet in the sinkroom. She now was smiling at me
'Now I feel better. Ummm, it's great to see you again but what do you want from my lovely uncle? He is way to old for you. Is it his fame that you want? His money?'
'Ha? What? Sorry ... Sheila, you know me, don't you?'
'Yes, I thought I know you. And I really like you ...' she told me
'but serious, what is a girl in her mid-twenties wanting from a man in his ... crap - how old is he? Sixty?'
'Serious?'
'Yes, please.'
'I'm in love with him.'
Now Sheila was looking like an idiot at me, like I just lost my mind, and told her about aliens and dragons all around us. So I went on
'You know about my last two boyfriends - so don't even ask me if I'm just with him because of fame or money. I had both. Well enough. Twice. And, by the way, you are wrong about my age. I guess you need to add ten years and than the difference between your uncle and me is not that much. Also because he is not in his sixties. He is only 54.'
Thankfully she was back on earth again, asking me
'And ... and he loves you ... too?'
'Well, yes. At least he told me so.' me smiling at her
'Okay, so you will be my ... oh my gosh, you will be my aunt? Wow, this could be funny.' and we both burst into laugh. Hugging each other again.

Before I left Sheila asked me a favour
'Please, don't hurt him. Don't hurt my uncle. He is so wonderful. And I love him.'
'I know. He is the most wonderful person I've met. Don't worry. I don't want to hurt him. I'm really in love with him.' and before I finally opened the door I turned around once more because
'Ummm, Sheila? I think we'll be introduced earlier or later - officially by Sidney - we need to act like we don't know each other.'
Now she was looking at me again as if I am speaking some language she don't understand
'Well, if you still don't want me to tell your uncle about you and ...'
Now she got it
'Yes, right ... ummm ... well, let me think about the part with not telling uncle Sidney.' and more to herself than to me she went on
'Perhaps, yes, perhaps he understands. Perhaps he could help me.' and back to me
'Just - just don't tell untill I give you permission, okay?'
'Sure. that's okay. But now I have to go. See you, hunny.'

Back at the table I told Sidney that the message wasn't from Mia but from another nice friend of mine which has trouble with her dad because of her boyfriend. And at least it was not a lie.

Only You Can Love Me This Way - Keith Urban

Well, I know there’s a reason
And I know there’s a rhyme
We were meant to be together
That’s why
We can roll with the punches
We can stroll hand in hand
And when I say it’s forever
You understand

That you’re always in my heart
You’re always on my mind
And when it all becomes too much
You’re never far behind
And there’s no one that comes close to you
Could ever take your place
‘Cause only you can love me this way

I could’ve turned a different corner
I could’ve gone another place
But I’d a-never had this feeling
That I feel today

And you’re always in my heart
You’re always on my mind
When it all becomes too much
You’re never far behind
And there’s no one that comes close to you
Could ever take your place
‘Cause only can love me this way

Only you can love me this way

Chapter.05

February 12

The weather outside was wonderful. Sun was shining and there was not much wind. Because it was only February it was not very warm. But with my winterjacket and Sidneys arm around me I was not cold or freezing.
We explored the surrounding. Well, Sidney showed me everything while I loved it more and more.
The little town was great. Just a few houses, old english cottages, a Pub, a Backery, a small Grocery with butcher, a Post-Office and a pretty small Church. The newest building was a Hotel and a Beach-Club. Sidney told me, during the summer this Club is crowded there. A lot of London people are coming for the weekend and vacation while the weather is nice. Luckily it was far away from our sweet little Hotel.
On our way back along the beach Sidney wanted to know more about Barry and us knowing each other. I guess he still was a little bit jealous. So I told him how we met years ago and that ever since we are only good friends. I also told him that we always stayed in contact via text or calls, at least once a month. And I wanted him to know that Barry always talked so adoringly about the Hotel he is working for. Now I understand him. It was like a piece of heaven to be here.
But I also needed to know why Barry was kind of afraid when he saw Sidney entering the bar.
'I think, perhaps because I'm his Boss' brother.' he answered 'and also he knows me, and I really like him, he is still not sure if I'm a spy for David.' and after a short pause he added 'which is ballocks, of course.'

In front of the Hotel we sat down at the dunes. Me leaning against Sidney, he holding me in his arms. The sea looked so peaceful, the beach was so clean, the dunes were pretty. And I felt like I'm in some 'Anne of Green Gables' movie. Everything was perfect. So silent. I wasn't used to that any more.
Since we'd been in London there always was some noise. Now I suddenly remembered why I missed California so much at some time. Not only my twin Mia and my best friend Christopher I was missing so much - no, it also is the peace and the silence ... and the warm always shining sun.
But here it was again - that pretty adorable silence. Together with the man I really love so much. Who cares so much about me. Who loves me.

'You know what?' I asked Sidney
'What my dear?'
'I want to last that moment forever. Forever and ever and ever. Just like that now. Sitting here with you. Everything is like it should be.'
'Yes, that's a nice imagination ...' he said after a while 'but I guess that's impossible.'
I wanted to get away from him, so that I could look at him, but he denied to let me go out of his arm. Nope, instead of releasing me he took me down in the sand, so both of us now lying there. My head on his chest.
And because I didn't say anything he started to speak again 'but that's only impossible because I think it's geting dark by night and very cold.'
'Oh, yes ... sure' okay, yes, he was right. 'But I still like the imagination.' stubborn me again saying.
'Me too my love, me too' and he managed to kiss me because I now was looking up at him.

'You know that you are a lot like my grandma' he finally told me.
'What? You kissed your grandma?'
'Nah ...' he once more laughing out loud 'No! Good gracious, girl. You are so wonderful ... haha ... well, no. What I want to tell you is, that sometimes you are as stubborn as she was. You are also as lovely and wonderful and great. And you're caring so much about me, just like her.' and after another wonderful, promissing and long kiss he went on
'and I think she'd loved you and you'd loved her.'
'So you really loved your grandma?'
'Yes. Yes, I loved and adored her. Sadly she died much too early. I only was 23. She always was so proud of me, backed me up every time and she helped me so often, too. But finally she never new that I became an actor.'
'I'm sorry for you loss. But I think she still is here' and I pointed at his heart
'and she knows everything about you.' me smiling at him now.
'Like I said, you are really much like her.' he spoke more to himself than to me and after a short while of silence, while my head was back resting on his chest and Sidney caressing my hair very softly, I wanted to know more, and I just hoped he didn't mind
'So, she was your mothers mother?'
'No. No, she was my fathers mother. She was everything for me. I'd been more with her than with my parents, my mom. And she really cared about me. She also helped me as much as possible and always backed me up.' he was speaking so adoringly and lovely from that women that I really think I'd loved her, too. She sounded to be the greatest women on this world.
'Her name was Margaret, the same name than my mother. She died in October 1979 because of cancer. At this time there'd been not many chances to get healed. Lucky her she had not much to suffer, it was a very fast dead.'
Sidney was holding me now more tight, still stroking my hair. I had the feeling he wanted me to know more about his family, so I didn't say a word, just holding him and showing him that now I am here. And he went on to tell me more, more about his family.
That his dad died when he was only eight because of lung cancer and than his mother had to survive with three children. That was also a main reason he was so often with his grandma. His fathers father died just a few years ago at the age of 85, just two years after Sidneys mother died because of a heart-attack. Her parents both died during a fire at the Hotel in 1984. After that his older brother David, who worked for the Hotel for quite a while, rebuilt it. Of course it was a lot of work and he had not much time for his wife Katie and his daughter Sheila. Sidney told me that Katie left David and their daughter when Sheila only was 12. Since that time David was a more or less broken man. Only working for the Hotel and his daughter.
'But I guess Sheila trusts me more than my brother, her dad. I am so much around here, she is just like my own child.' he was smiling.
Sidney also told me about his younger brother Michael, a musician, living with his family in Austrialia since 25 years. And that his younger sister Sheila is married to a Scottish Lord.

'So you don't have any living family besides your siblings and their family?' me asking to be sure I was following correct.
'Well, yes. I'm sorry my love but I think you'll never have parents in law. I hope that's not too disappointing ...'
Wait? What? About what is he talking? I'm sitting up now, sitting back on my feet next to him, looking down at his pretty face. His pretty serious face. I don't want to see how stupid I must look at that moment, because he hadn't the heart to say anything. Not till I finally was ready again to say a word
'Disappointing?'
'Yes ...'
'Why should that be ...' I still was confused
'well, wait! Did you just - no, you did not, did you?' I wasn't sure what to think. I wasn't even sure what I said a few moments before.
'Did I what?' he smirking at me
'I ... I am not sure, sorry.' me stammering
'But ... well, did you talk about in-laws?'
'Yes, I think I did.' he said while he was siting up, taking my hand, kissing it. Me unable to say anything, unable to move, unable to even think. Perhaps because of that Sidney steped back, literally
'I'm sorry my dear, I didn't want to ask too much at that point. Could we just ...' but suddenly I was sure what to say and so I interrupted him
'No. No it's not disapointing. No!' and now looking in his eyes I said
'and if this really was some kind of asking me to ...'
'I'm not good in that, right? But I have a pretty great excuse. I never did it before ...'
'Yes. Yes, Sidney. Whenever you want.' me whispering against his lips that now were so near that I was touching them with my lips.
After a very very very long kiss we went back to the Hotel, snuggled to each other and Sidney purred in my ear
'Forever!'

Very Good Advice - Robert Smith

I give myself very good advice,
But I very seldom follow it,
That explains the trouble that I'm always in,
Be patient, is very good advice,
But the waiting makes me curious,
And I'd love the change,
Should something strange begin,
Well I went along my merry way,
And I never stopped to reason,
I should have know there'd be a price to pay,
Someday...someday,
I give myself very good advice,
But I very seldom follow it,
Will I ever learn to do the things I should?
Will I ever learn to do the things I should?

Chapter.04

February 12

'Welcome Mr. Sidney. How are you?' the women behind the reception gretted us.
'Thank you Margaret. Hope all is well here?' Sidney answered and while still holding me in his arm he told her 'May I introduce you to this loveley lady. This is Sandy.'
Me smiling unconfortable at her and she looking very curious but professional neutral at me.
'Welcome to the Shore-Hotel to you too, Miss Sandy. If you need anything just tell me and I'll be glad to help you.' than she was again looking at Sidney 'and here is the second key you wanted. I hope you enjoy your days.'
Away we went to the elevator. Inside Sidney was using the key-card Margaret gave us to let it start up. I saw our room was on the 3rd floor. The last one. So I guessed we'll have a great few.
When the doors opened I was too surprised to step outside.
'What's wrong?' Sidney asking me 'you want to stay in the lift?'
'Well ... äh ... no. I don't think.' and I took his hand he was holding up to tell me that it's safe to step outside.

It was the first time ever that I steped outside an elevator and directly into a room. Not a hall with a lot of doors to other rooms. Nope. This lift ended directly in a living-room. Our room. Well, apartement. Because now we were standing in this living-room. And it was a great one. I let go of Sidneys hand and started to look all around me. Opposite was a wall full of windows. Windows where you can see the sea and you can go outside to a little balcony. On the right was a door to another room - I guess the bedroom. And there was a big white velvet couch in the middle of the room with a small glastable in front and all walls are coverd with bookshelves. Bookshelves full of books. There also was a big winged chair, that matched the couch, with a light standing behind. I think the perfect place to read all this books. In the left corner a desk is standing with an iMac. All of this was a wonderful mix between ultra-modern and old-english style.

Sidney was watching me while i literally inhaled that beautiful room, going to the windows, looking outside and than turning around, looking at him.
'This is the most beautiful Hotel-room I've ever seen. Ummm, I know this may sound weird, but is it okay if I ask how much we have to pay for that?'
But instead of answering me he again started to laugh, while coming to me and huging me.
'C'mon Sidney, please, I'm just curious ...'
Still grinning he said 'Okay - Miss I'm only interesting - after I showed you the whole apartement I'll tell you.' and taking me by my hand toward the only door in the room. Before he opend the door he suddenly lifted me up in his arms and carried me over the threshold and than sat me on the bed. A little bit breathless, because he is not the youngest and I am not the lightest, he kissed me on my forehead and asked
'I hope you like that room as much as you like the living-room.'
and of course I did. This room was nearly as big as the other one, with the same light wooden floor and big windows that let to the same balcony. And there was a big four-poster bed with a lot of cusions on it. One wall was covered with a built-in closet and the other with shelves full of DVDs and CDs. There was also the bathroom-door.

I collapsed back on the bed and started to giggle. Giggle like a hysteric maniac. Sidney also laid back, resting on one arm and holding my waist with his other. When I stoped laughing his hand went up my side till he touched my face. Turning it so I have to look at him. His thumb caressing my cheek very softly. His eyes told me that he was happy - his eyes giving me a beatific smile.
'You know that you are awesome, right?'
Me slightly shaking my head. After he pulled me in his arms and we rolled over once or twice he wispered in my ear 'Well, you are awesome! and I love you!'
I wisperd back 'as I love you!'

The bathroom was not less formidable. It's a big room with old looking black and white tiles, but the installations are all hyper-modern. A big tube, standing on silvery lions-feet and including a whirlpool, two basins, with a hugh and wide mirrow above, and a big walk in shower with massage jets. The loo was seperated in another room.

Finally sidney told me that we have to pay nothing for this apartement. Because it is his apartement. Than it became clear why nice Margeret at the reception said 'second key'. And yes, you only can go up here if you have that key. He also told me that this hotel was originally built by his mothers parents and now his older brother is the owner. Some time, when it was not that successful he invested to help David. At that time he also got this, at that time, unused floor renovated.
And because he loves the sea and this house so much he comes here very often. To relax, to read and to study new roles. Untill today he never had been not alone. I was the first girl he invited to join him here in his second home, like he called it. Sidney also told me to feel like home here, too. And once again, if I needed anything I'll get it.

Because I'm a caffein-junkie I asked to get down to get me some coffee. Down at the lobby, where also a bar is located. I put myself on a barstool and Sidney left me for a short time to see his brother.
'Barry?' I asked in surprise when the bartender turned around to face me.
'Sandy!' he smiled at me 'How are you? We haven't met in ages, I think. What are you doing here?'
'Barry! ohmygoddess. Hey! I'm fine, thanks. So, this is the hotel you are working for for about ten years?'
'Well, yes. You want some coffee, right?'
He still knew me too well, so I just smiled and nodded. I knew Barry for years now. First time we met was in California about four years ago. He was on vacation and I'd been new there. We met at a coffee-shop and because somehow we liked each other, we spent a lot of time together, exploring my new home-country. When he was back in England and I'd been there for vacation, or because Thomas had been there for work and I accompanied him, we met again and had again a lot of fun. He also introduced me at one of the last times to his girl-friend, Sheila. And we liked each other by first sight.
So, now I finally know where he is working. What a surprise. He worked here ever since.
'Here is your coffee with milk. Just like you love it.' he smiling at me.
'You still remember. How cool is that! Thank you!' and after I took a sip of my coffee I gave him a thumb up - it was very delicious. The best coffee I got since a long time. Since I left America.
'So, what do you do here? Are you stalking me?' he's teasing me.
'Well - actually, nope, sorry. But I'm really glad I've found you. What a beautiful surprise.'
'Yes indeed!' but suddenly his face went dark and he went on 'Oh, ummm ... I know we haven't met for a long time now, but may I ask you a favour?'
And because I know him very well and I really like him I said
'Yeah, sure. What do you need me to do?'
'You remember Sheila?'
'Yes of course. You know we still text from time to time. How is she? You are still together, aren't you?'
'Yes. And, well, that's the problem. Or no - not a problem, ummm ... see, she is also working here, but nobody knows about us. And ...'
'I don't need to talk to anybody about you. Don't worry hunny.'
Now he's looking released and happy again
'Thank you' his lips forming without saying a word.
And because I'd been the only one in the room he came around his bar, huging me now and than sat next to me on another barstool.
'You're looking really great' he told me 'but you haven't answered my first question - what do you do here? Just a great accident? Are you on vacation? Where is Thomas?'
So I told him that Thomas and me split, but we are still friends. That I'm here with my new friend. I also told him that I think I found the right one, the one I want to spend my live with. Barry told me that two months ago he'd asked Sheila to become his wife, but she is to afraid to tell her dad. So they are still waiting.
During my second cup of coffee we talked about Mia and Christopher, about my work, about his family, about my family. Untill suddenly he stood up, almost saluting to somebody I wasn't seeing, because I sat with my back to the door.
'Mister Sidney, Sir. Great to see you again.'
'Barry, great to see you too.' I heard the most wonderful voice answering Barrys geeting.
While Barry hurried back behind his bar Sidney put his arms around me, murmuring in my ear
'So you just made friend with the barkeeper? Is there any need for me to be jealous?'
Me just burst into laughing. Barry and Sidney now staring at me, curious.
'I ... I'm sorry' I said between me calming down 'Stupid me. But I was so surprised to see you, Barry. I didn't even think about you knowing Sidney.'
Now both boys looking at each other - very curious. That's why I went on to explain
'Well, Sidney - Barry and me are old friends. We first met in California years ago. And Barry, this is the guy i was talking about - my Sidney.'
'So, no need for me being jealous?' Sidney again asking me.
'No! Totally no! We are just good old friends. Also I know and I like Barrys ...'
but before I could end Barry chiped in 'my fiance.' while looking pleadingly at me.
And that was the moment I remembered not to tell anybody who is his girl.
Now after summoning all that informations I need to talk to Barry once more, in private. Because I know his girl is working also here at the hotel, and if he wants me not to tell anybody that they are an item ... well, it'd be better if we do like we don't know each other. Irks - I hate it to have secrets. I don't like it when I am not alowed to share things with my love, but I'd promised.