Cordula was not stupid. People who were both my friends and hers were considered stupid. And in Cordula&apos;s place I would have doubted whether people she considered stupid were real friends. No, Cordula was not stupid, Cordula was at most naive. Maybe too naive. And it seemed to my friends a mischievous desire to tell her the strangest truths, because Cordula tended to believe these dubious truths without the slightest appearance of suspicion.
 
I knew Martina&apos;s friend only by hearsay, and I was amazed at the impartiality with which she took the most impossible stories at face value. I think it was not right that Martina and Konrad constantly told her some nonsense, amused themselves about it and left poor Cordula alone in her irritated emotional world.
 
Thanks to our mutual friends, Cordula was under the mistaken impression that I had the luxury of two girlfriends and that both ladies, thanks to my unbeatably perfect time management, didn&apos;t have a clue about each other. They described me as a sly bon vivant. I was a charmer, a gourmet, who understood as much about good wine and good food as I did about the conquest of beautiful women, whom I made so happy with my magnificent stallion&apos;s tail in night-long libidinous excesses, that as a woman one could really experience no more perfect satisfaction than to have gotten to know me.
 
Even Cordula would have almost doubted this impressive description, had Martina not sworn high and holy that she had tried it herself. With a transfigured look directed towards the ceiling, she is said to have given credible emphasis to what she had said and to have raved pathetically about that exhausting and pleasant feeling of total devotion and absolute satisfaction which she had been allowed to experience through me. Once again, Cordula had succumbed to a touch of doubt, completely against her conviction, but Konrad had confirmed with a grin: «I was there.» He nodded his head in confirmation.

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I seemed to have complete control over Bettina and I was happy to play with that some more. The evening had gone just great, we had great fun and obviously she was impressed with me. Her first anxious, then naively trusting manner did me true good. As she looked at me more and more in love from glance to glance, my self-confidence increased more and more and she was now obviously completely blown away.
 
&quot;Come with me, I want to show you something" I surprised her and before Bettina could say anything she took her hand and noticed how nervous she was. From the bridge above the boats, I pulled her onto the small street that ran along the river and climbed over the fence that separated the dock from the sidewalk. «What are you going to do?» she asked. «There&apos;s never anyone on these boats at night, I&apos;ve been here many times, come on!», I demanded. She climbed a little clumsily over the fence, so that she briefly stretched her bottom out to me. Now the tension ran through me briefly. What a figure! At the sight of her beautiful face and her slender hands, I had already imagined how her body was shaped exactly. Sweet hopes flew through my mind. The boats were in three rows next to each other, so we had to climb over two small ones first.
 
The middle one was a small, seemingly very old freighter with a small superstructure. «Stop a minute» I whispered to her and she stopped. I wanted to try if the door, which apparently led into the belly of the small ship, was locked.

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