You're like a bird in my arms. Little, young, eager for life, you are very active. I like it. I like watching you dance to some ordinary record just only for me. I like the fact that you are mannered, intelligent. Finally, almost in my old age, I found a worthy one who could walk with me to the end.

I exhale cigarette smoke, squeeze my gloves tighter in my other hand, leaning back in my expensive chair. My office has a private setting, so your dance is not for prying eyes, meine Süße.