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Nita nods her head as he gives her the explination. She continues to clean his wounds out. Yet Peter's next set of words have her confused like why in the world would she tell anyone a horse attacked him. She continues to clean then she looks further down and back up into Peter's face reality sinking in. She looks totally confused a moment.

She steps back from the tub and sits down for she was feeling a triffle lightheaded. "You are girl." is all she says and this is a whisper. she then looks at Peter. "But I don't want to take anything from you. I like you." she says softly she doesn't understand why he is so worried about this.
 
Johann

Rounding the corner he notices that the fruit stand is closed up and no one is around. Hmm, he thinks to himself, perhaps she got tired of waiting and went home. Sighing out loud Johann slows to a walk and makes his way through the familiar neighborhood.

After walking for about an hour he finds himself on the dock. He sits on one of the pilings making up the wharf and casts his gaze out to sea. Soon after a small figure comes by and sits for some time. Not wanting to intrude Johann says nothing. The man goes away some time later both men seem lost in their own thoughts.

Not one to brood long over misfortune, Johann decides to return home and inform his parents that he has decided to stay in the city. He will assist them as much as he can with the move but he will remain behind. That decided Johann returns to his home with a spring in his step.
 
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Petruska looks at Nita long and hard as he lets go of her hand. He sighs and closes his eyes, sinking deeper into the tub. He just wants to shrink and go away. "Thank you... If people find out that I am not a man I will lose my home, my business and my 3 small acres of land that I run my own horses and a couple of cows on. Most people in town don't know I own the land, but in America women are not allowed to own land. My father knew this, and evidently he knew he was ill. Coming through immigration he told everyone I was male. My real name is Petra, not Petruska. He changed my name. Everything, made me learn how to act like a man. Back where I lived there were a few like me. We met in secret..." he pauses, realizing he will have to explain that. He groans a bit "Women that liked others...." he says softly. "But here... I will most likely be jailed and lose everything if others find out."
 
Nita listens quietly and she looks at him again. "I won't tell." she says quietly. She listens to what else he is saying and she blushes a bit. "I like it Petra is pretty but I shall just call you Peter." she says quietly. She tips her head and looks at Peter in a new light. "Oh wow." she says quietly for she has never really thought about men because to her they are just nasty. She ponders and wonders if this is why she likes Peter because he is unlike any man she has ever known. She looks at him. "Okay out of the tub I need to put salve on the bites." she gives him a stern look.
 
Petruska looks into her eyes as she speaks to him. He lets her finish what she has to say then responds "You may call me Petra in private if you like..." He blinks at the sudden command and blushes brightly. He climbs out of the tub and dries off his body and lays out on the bed. He blushes brightly as his body is revealed to her. He has a nice body for a female, nice smallish breasts with perky nipples and a very feminine build that doesn't show through the baggy clothes he works in. He hasn't had a lover in many years, and now, he isn't sure what will happen with Nita. He can't do anything about it though because he is too scared. He sighs a bit as watches her, a bit confused by the stern look. It makes his heart race for some reason, perhaps she reminds him of someone from the past.
 
Nita smiles at Peter. "Okay." she says softly though she may or may not she will have to think about it. She watches as he dries himself off and she looks at his body it is very much like hers only smaller and less curvy. She licks her lips a bit and blushes because she is seeing him like this. She grabs the salve and starts to rub it onto the bites that broke the skin then she wraps little pieces of cloth around that to keep them from being infected. She takes a deep breath and leans foward just a touch to kiss over all the freshly bandaged areas as well as the bruised flesh. She winds up kissing his breast because there is a bruise there as well. She then kisses him on the forehead gently and hugs him a bit.

Nite takes a seat on the edge of the bed and puts her fingers in her lap as she looks at Petra a moment her heart racing and she tries to understand all of this.
 
Ole

As Ole sat on the dock watching light fade as the sun set behind him, he pondered the days events. Although he had enjoyed his time with Tatiana and he was gratefull for the fine haircut she had given him, he knew he needed some time to think. So he had kept his toughts to himself afraid that if he spoke too hastily he would make a mistake and scare her away.

His mothers words haunted him, it would be better if she were Swedish. Eeven though they were in a new country people still clung to their traditions, settled in comunities with those they were familiar with. Maybe he should just give up his desire to become a fisherman or a sailor and head for the Midwest where his family was.

It was then he realized even though he was only 18 he was a man. He needed to stand on his own two feet. Tomorrow he would go to work. And he would visit Tatianna again. He liked her, she was older than him and not Swenska but she was very attractive and seemed to like him also. His older brother had told him "Never mind what Mamma says if you find a good woman don't be afraid to let the sparks fly." Maybe thats what he needed, to prove his manhood. He began to get warm all over thinking the possibility. "Tomorrow." he told himself, he would meet with her again and he would get more than a haircut, he hoped. He thought about the haircut again, how her soft hands had threaded their way through his hair. It was different when his sister cut his hair.

Ole thought again about his family wondering if they were alright, perhaps he should check at the telegraff office, they said they would send a telegram when they got to Minnesota.

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The telegram was waiting for him. iI was not good news. His mother was sick and maybe dying His sister begged him to come and be with the family.

The train was leaving within the hour, he had no time to tell Tatianna. The train pulled out of the station with Ole on it, he sighed. "Maybe she wouldn't even know he was gone, maybe she wouldn't even miss him. Life moved so fast here in the new country, so fast that it passes you by and sometimes tomorrow is too late."
 
Petruska winces as Nita rubs the salve into bites on his bites. The salve burns in the broken skin and it smells horrible. He wrinkles his nose up a bit but says nothing let alone makes his body motionless. He watches Nita quietly, marveling at her mannerisms and the ebb and flow of her body as she works. She truly is a masterpiece. If he could paint he would paint her as a godess because that is what she looked like to him. He would love to see her in the fancy clothes his lovers back in the old country wore but he know that he likely never would. Unless... He ponders something, turning an idea over in his head but not commenting just yet. He blushes as his breast and the other bites and bruises are kissed then his forehead.

Petruska watches Nita quietly as she sits on the edge of his bed with her hands in his lap. He is starting to now feel very self concious with being the only unclothed one in the room. He grabs a afghan from the foot of the bed and quickly pulls it up over his body, hiding himself away from her because he is now quite nervous. He is afraid of losing her even though he never had her. He's being wierd, and berating himself for feeling the way he does about a woman he knows very little about. He sighs and finally breaks the silence, his voice cracking as he does so "I... I'm sorry"
 
Nita smiles as she watches Peter cover his body up and she blushes a bit. She looks at Peter curiously trying to figure out what to say or what to do. She slides from the bed and cleans up the matierals she was using to keep herself busy. She stops when she hears Peter's voice. "Why sorry?" she asks curiously as she resumes her place on the edge of the bed gazing into Peter's eyes curiously trying to figure out what on Earth he has to be sorry for.

She was also trying to figure out why her heart was beating so fast and what the funny feelings that were stiring with her body was all about. She was very confused about all of this but then again she was always drawn to Peter for some reason.
 
Petruska sighs and turns away from her to hide his face. To hide the tears that are rolling down his cheeks now. He is so confused, he doesn't even like America. He blinks a bit as he feels the weight of her sitting back down on the bed again. He sighs "Because... I'm wrong... I shouldn't have the feelings that I have for you. In America and most places it's wrong. Even in my own country, but there were a few that trusted each other" he says grimly without turning back to look at her. He is extremely embarassed, and to top it off he is cold from the evening breeze coming in behind the curtains and the semi wet body. He shivers and closes his eyes, wishing that he hadn't been caught, but in a way glad. He loves her, but doesn't know how to say that. and is even more afraid of rejection.
 
Nita looks at Petera a moment and she blushes a little bit. "Yes but I have them too so it makes me wrong." she says in halting broken English a few German words slipping into her speaking. She stands up and closes the window and goes and finds Peter some clothing. "Here dress." she says quietly. "You no need to get sick." her voice is rather firm as if talking a little child or something. She sighs a bit and turns so give him privacy to dress she wonders how this is going to work.
 
Karina and Dieter

Karina and Dieter have eloped and moved to Canada... (who would have thought).
Actually... real life has one again reared it's lovely head and we are forced to turn our attention to more urgent matters...smiles
Thankyou A/all for understanding...and sorry for the inconvenience. Cati and hubby Rockin' Roland
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