kweide wonderland

Mrs. Robinson, oh Mrs. Robinson, she was always in his mind. Every free minute he thought of her, having her sweet smile, her body in front of his virtual eyes. He took the few pictures of her,  he took of her in some abstrus situations, pulled them out of his briefcase, carefully, looking at her and he was so full of joy. But today he was up to another action. Yes, he was 100% sure he will succeed. His plan was simple and he hoped effective as well.
After leaving the bus he walked thru the snow to her house. He saw her terrace window dimmly lit and the door was not transparent. So her walked closer and closer, got more confident. He reached the door, standing a bit at the side of the terrace door he could hear she was in, doing something, but he could not see anything thru the milky glas of the door. But what about the keyhole ??? He grinned ! “Yes oh boy”, he thought.  He bowed down and placed his eye just behind the keyhole and than pressed his eye against it. “Oh my God” he thought….

He saw her moving around, barely clothed, so close to him. He took out his mini-spy cam and took a shot thru the keyhole. Again he pressed his eye against the keyhole. She was just moving thru the room, walking elegant, bowing and strechting and suddenly….

She stretched herself onto a dark fur on the ground. Again he shot thru the keyhole with his mini-spy-cam. Pressing his eye against the keyhole to see more. And she gave him more. She opened her big eyes and slowly, very slowly lifted her head turned towards him, showing one finger going up.

I see YOU ! The motion sensors on my terrace told me !!!
Damned, she got him again. He jumped up, running fast, faster, the fastest. So fast the snow allowed him to run. When he reached the preferred foto shop to get the film developed, he did not know, that the owner of the shop was a good old friend of Mrs. Robinson. He took the film and said: “Yes, sir, they are ready in an hour!” She advised him to produce BLACK frames and he would never say NO to his old schoolyard love.

“Sir, what happened to your right eye ?” he asked our little friend. He looked into the mirror and saw it totally black. “Uh, i think it was the bloody torch” he answered trying to rub off the dirt but failed. “For my eyes it looks more like Tattoo Ink, that will stay for some days or your can try a lemon …” the shop owner smiled, knowing about the sweet revenge… Mrs. Robinson, yes she is a hellion, but a sweet one….