This weekend for sure.

I'm writing as we speak.

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Our live begins to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Martin Luther King

:danke: :freu: Yay! I've been reading all of the other stories and finding myself frustrated at the incompleted ones. Oh, well...if the muse is there it's there. If it's not, there is no end. Some of the stories are pretty good. But I must say, I think yours are well written and thought out. And I don't have to use Google Translate! lol Happy writing! ciao

The Muse never left me. Just lack of concentration.

And hey, if it's not good enough yet I will not post it tiil it is.



And thank you

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Our live begins to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Martin Luther King

Part 20

Carla stood transfixed. Around her the party really started to the fullest, but she noticed nothing. She heard nothing, saw nothing but
Stella's eyes.

Stella tried walking towards Carla trough the crowd but did not really succeed. She decided to walk on the flanks to Carla. She tried to
make clear to her that she had to go there, but Carla was still transfixed.

Eventually she managed to reach Carla.

"Hi Carla"
"Stella"
"Let's go outside it's so crowded here"
"Stella, uh"
"Carla, come let's go. We can not stand here in the middle of the dance floor"
"Stella, how ... .."

Carla was totally confused and could not utter a word properly and was still nailed to the ground. Stella almost felt sorry for her. She
had to do something to get Carla moving, because around them the dancing became wilder and wilder. She grabbed Carla's hand and
tried to take her away, but Carla was still transfixed. There was only one thing she could do. She stood in front of Carla and kissed her
passionately. After the kiss she looked at Carla and saw that she was somewhat relaxed,
"Are you coming outside with me?"
"Yes, but I must inform Marina, so ..."
"No, not necessarily. She knows I'm here"
"What do you mean?"
"Let's go, I'll tell you later. It is too crowded here and the music is too loud"

Stella grabbed Carla's hand and led her outside.

"How do you know Marina? Why does she know that you're here? Stella I do not understand it. I, my god, I'm so glad you're here"
"Me too Carla me too. What do we do, go somewhere for a drink? We take a walk? What do we do?"
"Mmh I do not think it wise to walk in these clothes. You look somewhat normal, if you alter the cape. But look at me. I can not walk
on the streets like this"
"No you're not wearing true hiking clothes, but very exciting"
"You think so?"
"Yes, absolutely"
"Uh, shall we go to my apartment or uh your ... where are you staying?"
"Where's Sophia?"
"With Alain and Alegria. I'll get her tomorrow. Why?"
"Then we go to your apartment, but we talk Carla"
"Yes, that's good. Stella?"
"Yes"
"How are you?"
"Good. Wait, Taxi!"

They boarded the taxi and Carla told the driver where they wanted to go. They sat tensed side by side and said nothing. The taxi ride
was short. Carla paid the driver and they went inside her apartment.

"I'm going to change clothes Stella. Sit down, sorry but it is not that big, and you see immediately who the main occupant of this
apartment is. I'll be back soon"
Carla left to change clothes and Stella looked around the living room. Indeed, it was clear who the main occupant was. In one corner
of the living room were Sophia's toys, in another corner were two easels. A big one for Carla and a small one for Sophia. There were
several drawings from Sophia on a bulletin board. There was a stab through her heart. She had sorely missed Sophia, but now that she
saw her marks in this apartment, she realised just how much. She grabbed one of Sophia bears and hugged it briefly.

"You miss her?"
Stella did not turn around, because she didn't want to show the tears in her eyes.
"Yes, I miss her. I .... " They noticed that Carla was now standing behind her "I should have called her sooner, but I thought .. "
"You're here now and maybe it is better that we talk first before we tell Sophia that you are here"
"Yes, perhaps. How is she?"
"Good. She enjoys her life in Paris. Now that I live here I realise how much she has noticed all the dramas at Königsbrunn. That hurts
me perhaps the most, that I just never realised that"
"I uh Carla uh..."
"Hush, I know you've told me. I know. Let's go sit down"

Stella turned and then saw what Carla was wearing. Her heart stopped beating for a moment. Like this she preferred Carla. No
make-up, not the formal clothes, but a T-shirt and shorts. She looked vulnerable. Stella now wanted kiss her, but restrained herself.

They sat on the bench, side by side but with a distance. They looked at each other, but neither knew how to begin the conversation.
Stella finally began;

"How did you know that it was me in La Champmesle? You knew it straight away, I saw by your response. Did Marina tell you I was
coming?"
"Uh, I uh, it was the smell of your perfume and your kiss. Stella I uh, Stella no one brings about that feeling in me like you do with a
single kiss"
Stella saw that Carla had difficulty to stay calm. She even blushed. Carla looked up and saw Stella looking at her with loving eyes.
"When do you have to leave again?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean home. How long are you staying in Paris?"
"I am going home later but uh Carla, I am sorry I did not previously tell you, but I uh, that event of which I've written is Roland Garros.
I live in Paris"
"What? You live in Paris. No, then I did see you"
"What?"
"I was waiting with Alain to cross over and then a taxi drove by and I saw you sitting in that taxi. Stella, I really thought I was going
crazy. How likely is it that I see you driving in a taxi in Paris, Alain said it could not and when I spoke to you on the phone and you
started talking English ... ... ... ... ... .... Mmmmm"
Carla's words disappeared into a kiss.
"Carla, we need to talk, certainly, but might that be tomorrow. I want you. I want you now"
"Oh Stella, we'll go to my bedroom"
"Carla there is something you should know"
"Yes, that is?"
"I told you that I have suffered a gunshot wound. That gunshot wound was the reason they left me alone. It is on the inside of my thigh
and well ... .. mmmm"
Now Carla kissed her.
"Come with me"

...

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Our live begins to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Martin Luther King

A gun shot wound????? happy they are together finally/sad Stella is hurt....happy/sad......

Please make it ok!

Bedankt

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"Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching."
Satchel Paige

Yay! Hopefully we don't have to wait as long for the next part! Love it so far..... Hope all fairs well for our couple!

@Atlantafan




Thank you, well let's wait and see what happens next.

and Graag gedaan

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Our live begins to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Martin Luther King

Thanks Meech,

We'll see how soon the next part wants to leave my brain.

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Our live begins to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Martin Luther King

Part 21

The next morning, Carla woke up with the feeling she had a nice dream. She felt an arm around her and turned carefully.
No, it was no dream, it was real. Stella was still fast asleep lying next to her. She glanced at the clock. In about 1.5 hours
she had to pick up Sophia. She wanted Stella a little more for herself. Moreover, she did not know if Stella wanted to see
Sophia today. She decided to wake Stella.

She gently stroked her face, and saw a response, but Stella was not yet awake. The sheets lay on the ground. She now saw
Stella's in daylight. She lay beside her in a relaxing sleep. She could see that Stella had trained. Her body was tight and fit.
She now could see the scar from the gunshot wound clearly. It was not healed nicely, but it was not Stella's style to improve
that by plastic surgery. She gently stroked the scar. That caused a more intense reaction by Stella, but she was not yet awake.
She gently moved from Stella's embrace. She wanted a better look at the scar, and made her way to Stella thigh.

"Hey, where are you going?"
"You're awake"
"Yes, if you caress me there, I wake up"
"Does it still hurt?"
"If you stop it will, but I first want a kiss"
"Where? Here?"
"Ahh ... "

The phone rang.

"Shit. It's Alain. I must take this call"

Carla sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone.

"Morning Alain. How's Sophia? I'll get her any moment"
"Morning Carla, she's fine. That is why I call you. Alegria and I want to go to the Jardin du Luxembourg this afternoon and we want
Sophia to join us. Do you find that a problem?"
"No, certainly not. Does Sophia find it a problem?"
"No, she would like to join us. Shall we have dinner together tonight? At 6.00 at our place?"
Carla felt that Stella was coming closer.
"Uh 6.00 is fine with me. Should I, wait a second .... Stella stop, ah I uh , sorry Alain 6.00 is fine, should I bring something?"
"Yes, bring Stella. Have fun today. Bye Carla"
"What? How .... Alain?"
Gone.
Carla looked confused at the handset, while Stella kissed her back and neck. She turned abruptly and looked Stella in the eyes.
She threw Stella on her back and sat on top of her.
"So, now you are going to tell me how you know Marina and Alain"
"Oh, and if I do not?"
"I must really take action"
"And that .... No, Carla .... Stop. I surrender"
"So soon. Since when do you give up so easily when I tickle you?"
"This time. Carla I have tremendous appetite for breakfast. We have breakfast and I'll tell you everything"
"Everything?"
"Yes, everything"


...

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Our live begins to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Martin Luther King

:freu:

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"Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching."
Satchel Paige

:mrred: :knicks: :redknuddel:

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Our live begins to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Martin Luther King

Mmmmmm! So far so good. You have me anxiously waiting! :knuff:

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Our live begins to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Martin Luther King

Part 22

While Carla went to the bakery, Stella took a quick shower and then sett the table. When Carla came back she was greeted by the
smell of coffee.

"Mmm, coffee. Nice"
"Mmm. Nice"
"What? This coffee"
"No"
"Stella, no. You're first going to tell me"
"Okay, but I may eat"
"Yes, you may and you may even talk with your mouth full, because I'm very curious"
"Well, what do you want to know first, Marina or Alain"
"Marina"
"I met her in Cannes. I was there on business. We had a meeting with the managers of the French Marriott Hotels"
"In Cannes? So not in Paris?"
"Yes, in Cannes. Later I met her sometimes in La Champmesle"
"What, do you go there more often?"
"Yes, I come there regularly"
"But I've never seen you there?"
"No, but I did see you. I did not want you to see me and so I left when I saw you. Except for the first time I saw you there. Then I
stayed, because you did not see me"
"Why?"
"Annabelle"
"Uh"
"Oh come on Carla. Annabelle knows how to seduce any woman with her childish charm, Well, for one time"
"What do you mean?"
"Dances with Wolves"
"Ah, ah yeah, uh, did you?"
"Mh. Yes, very special"
"Okay, so you did have other women .. "
"Carla we were separated. So I was free to go where I wanted"
"Were?"
"Uh, want another croissant?"
"Mmm. But that evening I also met Marina again after all these years. Did you did not see her then?"
"No, I did not notice. I only saw you play with Annabelle"
"Why didn't you show yourself then?"
"Because I wasn't ready yet"
"...."
"Carla, do not sulk now. I told you what happened. I was... sorry .."

Carla stood up and took Stella in her arms and comforted her.
"Stella, I hate what happened to you and that I was not there for you"
"Oh Carla, it was ... ..."
Stella began to cry heartbreaking. That was actually the first time, she totally let go, after what had happened.
She did not stop crying and Carla tried to comfort her.

"Honey, I'm with you. I'll stay with you"
"It was so horrible. So horrible, I, I ... "
"And I was not there for you"
"No, but that was my choice. I left"
"Hush. No, I have send you away with my suspicions. Stella I'm so sorry"
"Oh, I should not have acted so offended. I just fled. If I had stayed a bit longer than .. "
"No, not than. I do not know if I have had the courage to leave. Stella, I'm so glad I'm gone. I could not stand it anymore, and certainly
not without you. And now, yes I miss you, but Sophia and I have built a new life here. Without drama, without the feeling that every
time I have to watch out for the next attack. Stella, our life here is almost a rut, but it feels so good. The only thing I miss terribly,
actually we miss terribly, is you. I want to rut with you"
"But I am here now"
"And will you stay?"
"In Paris in any case. Let us take one step after another"
"Yes please. Would you like something to eat?"
"Nope. I'd like to go to my apartment, because, well when we have dinner tonight with Alain, I must have clothes, I can not get go in
that Zorro outfit"
"No, You can not, but you already going?"
"Yes, but why don't you join me, then you know where I live. Carla? Why are you walking away?"
"Grab my bag and go, now. I do not want to miss this chance"

Stella pulled on a shirt from Carla, because that Zorro costume, no she did not want to go outside in that. They took a taxi to her
apartment in Montparnasse.

"Wow, what a beautiful apartment you have Stella"
"Yes, it's beautiful. But still a bit empty. You know I'm not here that much"
"Why not it's beautiful?"
"Yes, but empty. I'm going to just change clothes"
"Yes, that's okay"

Stella walked through her bedroom to the dressing room to putt on clean clothes. Carl followed her.

"Say, now you still haven't told me ... .."
"What?"
"...."
"Carla?"
"...."
"Carla, what did you say?"
"...."

Stella went back to her bedroom,
"Ah yes, I didn't tell yet"
"How did you get that painting?"
"I told you that I've met Marina in Cannes"
"And?"
"Well, and I saw this painting"
"Where?"
"In her home"
"What do you mean, in her home?"
"Uh ... "
"No, do not tell me that you've been with Marina?"
"Well, yes one night, but I did not know she was with Josephine"
"Stella, you kidding"
"Uh no, but what's so terrible?"
"Well, uh I uh"
"No, you too?"
" ... "
"No!"
"Why do you have to laugh?"
"And Annabelle and Marina! And neither are my type and as far as I know, not your type either. No"
"Mmm, By the way how did you know that it was me on that painting?"
"That scar on your hip, as well as that body, hair, face, everything"
"Mmm, well, but Alain, how do you know him?"
"I'll tell you later"
"Why later ... mmm "

...

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Our live begins to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Martin Luther King