Although there is some rain and thunder almost every evening, the days are sunny and warm - a great part of my life is taking place outside in my garden, under the apple tree or round the pool. I have already had a swim, sat in the sun a little, and now I am going to correct my last English tests before the holidays in the shadow of the tree. What a big difference to winter, when I commute between the living-room and my study, the only two rooms which are heated so much that work can be done pleasantly.

Phillip is at the office for tomorrow's edition - the night with him was like paradise again, although I was a little tired and fell asleep after one partcularly deep orgasm - I virtually passed out and became xxxxxxxxxxx, he told me this morning. I was a little confused when I woke up and the sun was shining and I felt the same movement inside me like hours before, and my first orgasm of the day was as strong as the last during the night.

In the afternoon we will be on the Editor's yacht on the Lake of Constance (Bodensee) for a good-bye drink; I don't know how many people will be present, the little ship is not that spacious so there can't be too many. I'll take along some strong sun tan emulsion although I am not even sure if there will be any swimming and subathing. Afterwards we will have a quiet evening again, and maybe have some food in a nearby restaurant, so that we don't have to any cooking. Have a lovely Sunday, too, my wonderful readers.

Phillip has already gone to town, there are so many things he has to deal with before he leaves, one is to instruct someone he has found for his flat who takes it over for a year. I'll join him later to do some shopping. I have just had a swim in the pool, and now I'll have to decide what to wear on this hot and sunny day. Not too much, I guess. I am sure people will notice from the awkward way I walk what I did for half of the night. And we have planned to have a quiet evening together again tonight, just us two and our bodies.

On Thursday when the question came to giving Elsie an intimate shave, they reminded me of my promise that when Phillip has left, they can shave me, too (see March 24). Fancy such things never get forgotten. Elsie was carefully shaved then with lather and a blade, which I have never done. I always did it with the electric shaver because I was afraid I'd cut off parts I didn't want to lose - but then the vibrations of the machine were usually so strong that after the procedure I was not only bald, but very horny indeed, which was not always a pleasant situation for me as a single, as I did it two or three times a week. So I gave it up after some time. I could have done it less often, but I don't like to be stubbly, while Elsie usually just lets it grow again until the next harvest.

Women here in Austria usually still don't shave, if they or their spouses are not consumers of pornography. I remember when I first did and then took a shower with the girls at the sports club, they all laughed their heads off when they saw me. What they do is usually crop off what finds its way out of bikini panties - although there are still many woman whose pubic hair curls out of their swim gear nicely, in accord with their uncropped underarm hair.

Now Elsie got shaved wonderfully smooth and when Joerg licked the leftovers of our stawberry and cream feast from every spot of her body, there was no hair which could come between his teeth.

It's strawberry time, which means that we can now buy fruit which were grown locally, and everyone has to admit: they are always the best and most tasty, although at double the price than some imported ones. That's why I took a nicely looking, full bowl along, and with it some whipped cream - all things with which you can do pretty nice things - besides eating them. That's what Elsie and Joerg had abviously thought, too, and had bought the same.

But in the Jacuzzi we talked about Grisi first. They had got a thank you card, too, and the word "naughty" was also mentioned. The evening had been very far from naughty, though: we just swam in the nude after midnight and then sat on the still warm stones near the pool naked (see June 16) and Grisi didn't have to adjust her much too tight bikini all the time, which had threatened to burst anyway. She must have been pretty excited by the - for her - unusual experience with nudity and she obviously wanted us to know this.

Joerg thought she might be ready to learn a little with us - learning by doing, so to speak - and it would be fun to invite her again and to introduce her to some more liberal use of her ample body. He called her "innocent" - this seems to be a quality that arouses guys more that you'd expect and think good for them. Elsie and I had to laugh - Joerg's Nude Angels were not quite forgotten yet (see February 17 and following), and here he saw a chance to re-create the feeling. We said neither yes nor no, there was no time before the summer holidays anyway, and we'd decide afterwards.

It became soon clear that Elsie was to be the plate on which the strawberries and cream were served, but Joerg had a little complaint: he didn't like any hair in his whipped cream, and suggested that Elsie was in for another shave first.

Jacuzzi evening with Elsie and Joerg today - as far as I heard, chubby angel Griseldis will not be invited. I think I didn't mention it but last Tuesday I had a card of hers in the mail in which she heartily thanked me for a "lovely and excitingly naughty" evening. She signed as "Grisi".

People who regularly follow my blog expressed some worry about Traudl and her casual sexual contacts, and they think that from my descriptions, it appears we had unprotected sex with her or Phillip used the same condom first with her and then with me. Don't worry, all is fine, we are very, very careful. Please understand this as my Writer's Liberty and a means to keep the texts short. So I on porpose omit sentences like "Phillip slipped out of her, carefully rolled his condom off and disposed of it in a bin. Then he opened a new packet of condoms, took one out and cautiously rolled it over his cock, and when he was sure it held tight the way he had planned, he turned to me and ....". There is no need for too much naturalism, I think, particularly with such things, even if they are essential.

Speaking about condoms: it's going to be my last complete weekend with Phillip. On Sunday there is a good-bye drink on the yacht and we will have to be there. And it's only two more weeks to my summer holidays. And then - South of France, here I come!

Re-reading last night's blog and considering that this is the place, and maybe the only place, I can be straightforward to others and even to myself I have to admit that I left out a detail. Here it is.

After our long conversation on Saturday afternoon and a swim in the pool I agreed to giving Traudl the orgasm she craved for if it was clear for both of us that this was to be the last incident of this kind. That's why I kneeled on the ground while she reclined on my bed and let my tongue find the spot which brings her so much pleasure. And her taste was more than amazing again. But we let it be a onesided joy and as soon as she had caught her breath again she got dressed and left. And I - well I certainly did not drink any brandy - of which we know it kills any kind of aftertaste.

Now you may understand better why I was upset when she arrived on Sunday evening without having been invited. She is a cunning little thing - she knew she could virtually blackmail me into having her way, because she had read the situation well and had a haunch that I couldn't refuse without embarrassment when Phillip was there. I have met many streetwise kids like her: they have an instinct for situations and one has to be careful.

Now Traudl herself said that she often lied - but that is a summary of what she told me about Phillip: she thought him nice and friendly, and very good-looking, but hadn't seen him often in the Press House, when one day he approached her and bluntly said that colleagues who had slept with her had told him that she was sexually adventurous and easy, and there was something he wanted to ask her. There was this lady friend who'd love to try out things and wished to be in a threesome with a younger girl, and he had thought this might interest her. She might even learn something from the lady, and after all, he didn't want to be the last guy in the office who had not had sex with her - how would that look.

"I like direct people", she went on, "and I found him pretty funny, and there was something I didn't tell him, but I once had had an experience with a woman that doesn't go out of my mind. I usually don't feel much when guys do it with me, so that they sometimes even complain, but when I had this stiff back from a fall, a lady in the institution massaged me, and I felt such a rush of feeelings when I felt her hands on me that I turned round and pawed her breasts, but she yelled and slapped my face and left."

And so Traudl had agreed, particularly because Phillip had promised her 500 Euros, but he had not touched her before, just explained a few things and told her how to behave. And at his Cheese and Wine he had pointed me out to her and she thought I was ok. But when I touched and even licked her during the evening, she had these feelings again and an orgasm she otherwise just got when she used her own fingers. And it had been so good and she wanted to feel it again.

I made clear to her that ours was an impossible relationship which could not go on and she needed a nice girl of her age with who she could live her sexuality, and maybe it would be a good idea also to change her appearance for once: wear different clothes, even cut her hair short and dye it black or red to escape her elfian role. She said she would think about that, and it would still be nice to see me now and then and to have a conversation. It had been so good to have someone who was willing to listen to her for once and who not just wanted to fuck her like a bloody rabbit.

Well, well: Phillip had bought his fantasy - but who does not, don't we all do this now and then, ours is a materialist world after all - so I decided not to tell him that I knew. He actually ended up giving her 600, a bonus for good performance, because the lady had been pleased ....

Let me try to do something very hard, if not impossible, and show you a very funny newspaper headline which made the whole region chuckle and smile this morning, although it's not even a very new one. The headline read: "Bush trifft Schüssel". Funny? Not yet, ok.

The American President Bush is visiting Vienna at the moment, and he has met our Austrian Chancellor and present EU - President Wolfgang Schüssel. Now the word "Schüssel" can have different meanings: it can mean "tureen" to serve your soup in, or dish. And old use of the word, which is "der Schüssel" instead of "die Schüssel", even means a traditionally wooden tool with which a baker takes out bread from the oven. But the most common present use of "Schüssel" is "bowl", like toilet bowl. Yes, guys, that's what you keep missing because you insist on standing while urinating.

The German word "treffen" or here the third person "trifft" can have a double meaning: "he meets" or "he hits". Now I think you start getting it: instead of the message "(President) Bush meets (President) Schüssel" you can also understand "(President) Bush hits the (toilet) bowl". Like you should do guys, but never manage.

Funny? Yes, definitely. And it's not our new brand of anti- americanism, mind you. It's just a lovely anti-politics or anti- political news line. So many things appear important to us mainly because they invade our lives as headlines. And usually they are shocking, or threatening. So why not make the world a little nicer, why not tell us Austrian readers that the most important leader of the would does at least one thing better than all you ordinary guys: "Bush trifft Schüssel" - and does not piss on the ground for the housewife, or in Bush's case maybe Mrs. Rice, to mop it up.

When she had the chance to do so, Traudl left her family, which is her mother and two younger brothers, and entered a special institution for young people, some kind of a very liberal, open home, in which teenagers of unstable background can find a place to live, and company, and - if needed - expert advice. Traudl said she had liked a lot to be there and had had some quite good friends, but still she did not really get what she needed most: Love.

Meanwhile she had got used to the fact that it wasn't hard to get attention, and admiration, and material goods when people, which means men, could physically approach her. Since she was 18, which is for three years, she has regularly had sex with men; as she says: she's got used to it. They like her not to be shy, Traudl added, when she takes some initiative and pulls her dress over her head herself. The same is with regularly shaving her pubic hair - the guys ask for it. Sometimes they say, "Show us your awkward bald pussy for twenty" - and she does, and they jeer, and she takes the money and buys herself something nice - a CD. Why should she not.

You might have noticed, too, and I asked her - how could she be driving her dad's car if she didn't have a dad? She said she had been lying, she always did: she could drive a guy's Volkswagen for sex, and she went to concerts with him for the same payment, and once she was even on holiday at the sea. Because she was not so wild about going to school she had stopped that and now wanted to work for a paper, that's why she was an intern, and she liked it a lot. Some news guys she had slept with had promised to help her and that was great. She'd love to work for the media, because she had always watched a lot of television and knew a lot about stars.

Then of course I had to ask, and I wanted to know what her relationship with Phillip is - and she told me.

My performance was better today during the orals, and I felt better, too - you're of course right, OldGeezer, with what you say about teachers and students and their responsibility, and yet: I feel it's the example we set as educators which makes the subjects whe represent worth knowing - it's my own fascination with literature and the fact that it means so much to me which makes it interesting for my students - it's not just literature itself. They can live very well without literature, but maybe they do not want to be without the kind of enthusiasm which I show them and which may be desirable for them to share with me.

Traudl grew up in a dysfunctional family - there was no father in sight anywhere and her mother was always busy organzing her social life and having a man in the house. As long as she could remember, Traudl told me, she had the impression of being different: always thin, brittle, and blond, everyone always thought she was cute. On all pictures from her early childhood on, she always looked like a little fairy. So she was admired, but never felt really loved - particularly not by her mother, she still thinks today, who always expected that Traudl would go her way because of her looks and didn't need a lot of extra care. This is, by the way, what you often hear from particularly beautiful children - everyone seems to think they do not need much extra love, and so they can develop into lonely adults.

I'm trying to summarize and interpret to a certain degree what her life was like when her girlhood was over, and it was quite painful for Traudl to speak about this. As soon as her puberty was over she found out that she had a sexually very arousing effect men. Phillip does not seem to be the only guy by far who is dreaming of seducing a pubescent elf. And in due time she noticed that from this effect, she could get some of the things she was missing most in her family: interest in her, attention, or even an illusion of love. And of course material things, like money. Even the guys her mother brought home seem to have been enthralled by her much more than by her plain and plump mother, and the constant rivalry which she felt did not make her home a particularly likable one to her. So there had to be a change.

Today I was not pleased with myself - I could have performed better during the oral exams. It's not that the experts said my way of testing literature was not adequate - they even praised me for the good and helpful atmosphere - and it's actually the students' performance, not mine that counts, but still - I was not very well concentrated, I did not really feel inspiring, but sometimes adapted to their style instead of making them adapt my style and thus improve the impression they made. I have sworn to myself to do better tomorrow - I so hate being unprofessional.

I think the reason for my lack of poise is what happened last night when Traudl arrived uninvited (let's say: she was not invited by me, that's all I can say for sure). I felt crowded last night, I lost control over the setting. Of course I love losing myself to Phillip, but that's different: the setting is still transparent, and I know where the limits are. But last night I felt trapped - by them, and by myself and my own senses.

I don't think, Quarterinch, that Phillip will want to take her to England and make her his regular - though in her way attractive, she is too plain for him. I think she has already lost some of her appeal of novelty - and there is not much he would love to talk about with her. And a man like he will always find something in England to stick his thing into.

As Syd and OldGeezer suggest I will have to make up my mind and speak it clearly to keep the necessary control over the situation and do not let myself go too much. Traudl is no option for me, even if our contact has had interesting effects on both of us. But I could be her mother - what she needs is someone her age and, you're ever so right, OldGeezer: what she needs is a girl - so much I have learnt from my long conversation with her, about which I have not yet reported here.

Thanks for your detailed comments on my situation - it's some real friends' advice which makes me feel better and certainly helps me find my way.