After the incredibly intense time in Luxembourg, Nicole had a real dry spell. First we went to Frankfurt to a small apartment. Most of the clothing and utensils were temporarily stored in Berlin. In those months nothing happened, which was really hard after acting out a lot. Then it was on to Moscow. Walks were beyond question. Apart from the fact that I didn't expect much open-mindedness there, there was a lot of police on the streets and I've had enough of that from Luxembourg. It wasn't a glorious chapter in other respects, either, but for my male self. This (my male self) met his second wife, and later second ex-wife. What happened before, happened again - Nicole's things ended up in the trash, including the heels and wig.
Of course it was my turn again. I don't remember how long it took or how it came about, but I also confessed my passion to the new one. If only I hadn't thrown my things away. She took it very openly and calmly. She even did my makeup once in a while and even gave me a wig for a birthday with straight, long hair - kind of like her own hairstyle. Despite everything, it wasn't often that Nicole was able to live it up, and even with a wig and the support of my wife, I didn't get out on the street.
To make matters worse, we soon went on to Tokyo and of course our rare meetings did not belong to Nicole. But there was finally one or the other walk through the neighborhood and I spent a lot of time as Nicole in front of the computer. I surfed the net, chatting here and there, but it wasn't really that she was really evolving, it was just lolling about. In hindsight, it was certainly a lot of wasted time that Nicole could have put to much better use.
Do I regret it, do I get angry about the time?
More next time
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