TURN BACK THE TIME, BABE. BOOK 7. THE WILL TO CARRY ON

YOU LIGHT THE FIRE IN ME

FREDDIE'S POV

Winnie Kirchberger was the blank page I needed to put my mark on him, it was all that I needed at this point in my life. A stocky, sexy and energetic man.

Our relationship was wild and untamed, we only could understand each other through sex. We were masters of that universal language of hands and mouths. It was enough.

It was not clear yet what we meant to each other but since he "saved" me from that violent and suicidal spiral at Pimpernel's catacombs, I felt I owed him a little bit of my life.

My irrational act was motivated by the curiosity but it could have ended up pretty bad. Which chances did I have to find Winnie there? It was a sort of miracle and for some days he was my heroe, my fairy tale prince but it remained to be seen whether he was a really committed prince.

The relationship he had with Georg, his waiter, seemed to be something more than purely platonic. But they didn't live together so I asked Barbara how could I say, "Shall we live together?" in german. And I asked him.

I prided myself on having removed his hard shell after trying so hard and he accepted just with two conditions. I should move to his tiny attic and the jealousy was out of our relationship.

Climbing up those four floors it was like going up to the very heaven to me and I didn't hesitate to bring part of my belongings to Sebastiansplatz, 4. Most of all my beloved bath products. Monsieur de Givenchy and Givenchy L'interdit as well as my favourite soap Roger et Gallet. But I also had part of my things between my apartment at Strollbergsplaza and Barbara's apartment at Hans Sachs Straße, 22. If we had a row, and we had it quite frequently, I knew where I had a fun and passionate bed.

Phoebe was responsible for coming every day to Sebastiansplatz to vacuum, doing the laundry and tidy our cozy love nest. Winnie accepted that just because he liked Phoebe and was the most discreet man in the universe. Besides, putting this flat in order was death easy because it was very small, sometimes too small for me.

Jealousy didn't come into our life together because Winnie tried to make me understand Georg was not only part of his life as friend and subordinate but also as his occasional lover. That hurt my pride a little bit, I had to admit it but I gave in quite easily to his wishes.

Georg and Winnie were such a bizarre couple. The blonde and thin boy with the stocky and dark one. Besides, he seemed to be quite younger than him, maybe ten years younger. They had not a serious relationship, it was noticeable that they were basically a sexual couple but they spent a lot of time together working and maybe that helped to grow their relationship strong. Yet it was nothing serious.

Georg came home twice or three times a week and used to do it whenever I was busy working. We had achieved a sort of strange balance. I chose to be away to let them enjoy in their own way. It seemed to me fair. And in turn, I had Winnie the rest of week days. I didn't complain.

I had come to think Winnie didn't like Georg and I meeting there. Nevertheless, there was no kind of unfriendliness between us. Quite the opposite. We got something I couldn't have with Winnie. Communication. Georg could manage with my language and having a conversation.

I started to think that's the reason why Winnie didn't want us to meet. Because it showed so clearly our own gaps in our relationship though we tried so hard to avoid them but maybe we couldn't eventually. Georg and I could speak naturally and that hurt his pride. Though that didn't encourage him to learn my language.

Winnie used to be mine on weekends. The whole weekend; Friday, Saturday and Sunday. On Monday it was Georg's turn but sometimes we couldn't stay in harmony the whole three days and I was fuming at him and went to Barbara's home where I let her care and pamper me. Sometimes Winnie and I fought like two pitbulls on Sunday morning to end up making love passionately that Sunday night and on Monday it was Georg's turn.