“The white tennis socks, and the blue socks for trekking.”
“Well, well. …” he said in an impatient tone. xxx sex He was home at last. This was the first light of my day: waiting for Bastian coming barefoot to the breakfast table, in his pajamas, with his sleepy eyes. And as always, he did. When he told me it was a week, I nearly fainted. “What do you like?” he asked me. Today the second free practice session would take place. I caressed his feet and massaged them. He was too heavy for me to carry him upstairs, so I gently asked him if he wanted to go to bed. He would need his racing suit again today. I smiled with delight. When he opened the door of the living room, his grey eyes met mine. Sometimes it was too hard and I wished to be just home with him or going on holiday, but his work was very demanding and often we spent a month with barely two days at home. Peter was a pilot like Bastian. “Where?” I asked him when driving home. He had a second one but he preferred this one, the red one, so it needed to be clean and dry before he left at 9:30.
