Lisa at Petrs house again
I had my hair dyed red, a perfect match for the new black and red basque I was wearing. Apart from seamed stockings and black boots, I was naked under my long black winter woolen coat. I could feel the chill autumn air around the parts I like to keep warm, as I got into the car. Peter had re-organized his living room. The sofa’s and chairs had been pushed back against the walls and two mattresses were now on the floor in the center of the room. I warmed myself by the...