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This is the followup to Chap. 1: 'Meeting Sasha.' If you haven't read it yet have a look. I think it will give you a better experience if you stick to the chronological order.
This chapter wraps up some time living together. But as I intend to concentrate on the main events and not to focus too much on their daily life experience I hope you may find it enjoyable.
I'm indebted to Dale, LaRascasse and heyall. Any mistakes or odd sentences are only my fault and remain due to my stubbornness. Thank you so much guys!
Have fun reading
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Golf-India-Romeo-Lima -- Chap. 2:
Sharing lives
Noi siamo angeli con un'ala sola. Solo abbracciati possiamo volare.
We are angels with only one wing. We can only fly embracing each other.
-- Italian proverb
I had neglected my training for a while and it felt good to use my body again. I was in a wonderful mood. All movements had been easy, fast, and accurate. What I had to struggle with so often before today was a feeling as if my muscles had decided to become cooperative by themselves. Even my trainer noticed and showed he was satisfied though puzzled.
"What's going on with you, Chris? You seem to be someone else. How did you manage at last to stop analyzing each move and just let your body do the work?" He took me aside after training blocks at the wooden man.
I grinned like a Cheshire cat: "I don't know exactly but seems as if the fog has lifted."
He nodded: "That's fine. Whatever caused this change; keep going!"
"I'll do my best, I promise. Good bye, Shifu." I laughed happily before I hurried to the showers.
"Bye Chris," he looked after me shaking his head.
I started singing while the warm water splattered all over me. Although I just had a tough workout and I knew sore muscles would await me tomorrow for sure, I felt perfect in my skin. I did not feel the bruise from the wooden dummy and I didn't care at all that my voice was not meant for singing. "Let love reign o'er me," I sang from the bottom of my happy heart.
I was in a hurry to get out on the street again. As fast as I could I mounted my bike and drove home. I was not just heading for my dwelling. I was going home.
It was unbelievable how much my life had changed since Sasha became my room-mate. From a storage for my bones my dwelling had metamorphosed into a real home. A place filled with happiness, warmth and love.
Since Sasha crashed into my life, everything was better. The sun was brighter, the flowers smelled sweeter, the food tasted better. If I was a junky, Sasha was my heroin. I was high on emotions and feeling like a newborn. I even stopped my habit of thinking about each and every move and had begun to live and enjoy my life without all this hampering
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. I felt, that I could fall in love with her like I had never been with anyone before.
I took the motorway which was the longer route which was faster than to struggle with the rush hour traffic downtown. Close to my flat I made a short stop at the flower shop. I felt so perfectly happy. I just needed to take something nice for her. I stuffed the bouquet of colorful flowers into my jacket so that it peered out of my cleavage. Then I made my way back home.
As I finally slipped through the door I hung up my jacket and got rid of my boots and helmet. I just had picked up the flowers again as Sasha came out of the kitchen. Her light knee-length summer dress fluttered around her endless legs as she walked along the corridor. I took a deep breath. Although I had seen, kissed, and touched, every single part of her I was still overwhelmed by her beauty.
"Welcome home, love. I have been waiting for you," she said with a lovely smile. "I've cooked something, but you'll have to pay for it. I warn you. This meal will be expensive." She cocked her head and smirked at me, fluttering her lashes. Her soft, loving, almond eyes left me defenseless.
"Whatever it takes," I chuckled and made the last two steps between us. "I brought you flowers."
She accepted and smelled the flowers. "Oh. Thank you. They'll look beautiful on the table. Let's have supper now, it's ready." She said as she pulled on my nape and pecked my lips.
"That appetizer was fine," I smiled back. "What will we have?"
"Lasagna."
"Lasagna," I repeated while we went to the kitchen and sat down. The smell was delicious and I was really hungry. "Asian cuisine, uh?" I teased her.
I was rewarded with her showing me her tongue. "Just because my grandma is Vietnamese doesn't make me an Asian cook. Right?"
"But your family runs an Asian restaurant." I said as though that explained something she might not have known.
"Yes, I know. And unlike you I also know who is forbidden to enter the kitchen," she laughed while she cut the lasagna and filled our plates. Same time I put the flowers in a vase and placed them on the table.
"It smells good. I'm really hungry, thank you. But what shall the price be?"
I took my seat at the table. She served me a plate and sat down near me. "I'm stuck with my homework. A lot of data from a recent survey. Lots of questions, different age groups, gender, social status, yada, yada. Now I have to do statistics on that stuff. And since I live together with Einstein, why not make use of it?"
I rolled my eyes: "Just being able to figure my age, doesn't make me Einstein, right?"
She laughed: "I don't care about what you think. I know what I know and I know you're quite good at maths. So will you help me or starve of hunger?"
"Of course I'll help," I nodded as I had my first bite. "Delicious," I answered her questioning eyes and she smiled happily.
"Buon appetito," she suited the Italian dish.
"You saved my life. I didn't know how hungry I really am."
