Today ma and pa are leaving, was the first thing Margreet thought when she woke up. They would find her note on their kitchen counter. What would they think of it? She pulled herself together: it doesn't matter to me what they think, this is my life, and they are not part of it!

"Good morning to you too, how combative you look!" Huib greeted her with a loose embrace so he could look her straight in the eye for a moment.

"Oh yes, I certainly am! The question came along about what my parents would think of my note. And I immediately came to the conclusion that it doesn't matter to me, they're not part of my life anymore."

"Good girl, you did see that right!" He kissed her intimately, to which she responded eagerly.

"And now I'm going to get dressed, I'm sure later in this day we'll find an hour to continue this."

"Oh..." Huib moaned, "you just shove me aside like that. And for what? To get dressed! Bummer! Without those clothes you're much prettier! Come along, I've only ever loved your mouth, the rest of your beautiful body cries out for the same treatment."

"I don't hear anything screaming. I think the rest have yet to wake up," Margreet laughed.

Huib grabbed her and started tickling her. "Be careful with me, the baby!" Margreet giggled.

"The baby loves this, a little life and love in her brewery." Huib pulled her off her sleep shirt and playfully threw her on the bed. He put both his hands on the mattress to her left and right, looking at her mischievously: "So, are you already looking forward to being pampered by me?" Before she could answer, he plunged into her breast and held her with both hands on her hips. He sucked and caressed with his tongue, kneading her sides with his hands, from her hips to beside her breasts.

Margreet squirmed and moaned, "Huib, breakfast!"

"No problem, we'll skip the coffee, this is much more important."

"Yes but..."

Huib suddenly stopped, "Sorry Margreet, I had the urge to push through. My desire for you sometimes makes me quite crazy. Do you really not want to cuddle? Or do you want to, but is your frame making a bit of a mess?"

"Oh Huib, actually I want very much, as often as possible... it's that frame, we have to do this, we have to do that..."

"Then maybe we should make some time for us together now!" And he began to caress Margreet again, fervently, longingly, full of the passion of his love for her. It didn’t take long, he felt that she was approaching her climax. He stopped for a moment, quickly took off his pants, and brought her to ecstasy again. The moment she finished, he thrust in with force. She cheered, a cry of joy!

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After breakfast, Margreet started her daily duty in the guest rooms and turned on the washing machines. She went back upstairs to the room where her parents had stayed. She saw that they had already packed their things. Because she wanted to go to the thrift store later, and saw from her watch that she still had enough time, she took off the bed. She put the basket with laundry on the landing and made the bed again. After that, she thought it would be better to disappear from that room, her parents could come upstairs any minute. After they left, she would continue to clean their room. She went to work on the bathrooms. Unexpectedly, her parents looked around the corner. "We came to say goodbye to you, we have already packed everything, we are going home again."

Margreet dried her hands on her work apron and shook hands with them. "I hope you had a good time..." She felt uncomfortable, she could hardly say 'goodbye'.

"It wasn't bad, but it could have been better. We were very disappointed that you let us, your parents, down so badly that you didn't come with us for one afternoon. But then again, that's apparently how you got under the influence of those people here... I would say: see you soon then, if it ever comes to that. Because honestly, I wonder if you wouldn't rather cut yourself off from us altogether. I have a feeling that those Huib would rather keep you here than let you go to your own parents ever again. You don't know half what you're doing to us!"

"Maybe..." Margreet restrained the urge to defend herself, to defend Huib. They didn't even know him, for God's sake! Well, judgment was their standard reaction to anything and everything. "I hope you have a good trip, the weather is pleasant for driving, dry with some sunshine."

Her mother didn't even bother to respond anymore. She turned and went to get her suitcase. Knowing that he was expected to do the same, her father gave her a quick pat on the shoulder and followed his wife. Margreet decided to leave it to Annerieke to wave them off.

Margreet had not seen that Anton and Joke had also come upstairs, had gone to their room, but had left their door wide open so that they could hear everything and, if necessary, be there for Margreet. When they noticed that John and Mieke had grabbed their suitcases and had gone downstairs, Joke went to the bathroom with an excuse, "Margreet, would you like to help?"

Margreet looked up in surprise: "Yes, of course, what's the matter?"

Joke did not answer, but preceded her to their room and closed the door behind Margreet. She grabbed Margreet by her shoulders, saying, "How incredibly proud I am of you. We heard what your mother said and how you reacted. How did you experience it yourself?"

Margreet smiled, "What they said about Huib, that they accused him of holding me here, that was worst for me. They don't know him at all, but they judge... It hurts, but I do notice that it is easier for me to realise that it is their problem, that they act like this by default. They talk about a real criminal in the same way they talk about the best of the best. I never felt comfortable with it as a child, but didn't know there was another way to talk about or with people. I just discovered that here. What a revelation that was! And you, how have you experienced the last few days? Did they bother you a lot?"

Anton immediately responded, "Everyone has been bothered by them to some extent. Their way of doing things is just not pleasant for the atmosphere. That is why I was glad that they were not there on the dance night. We had good contact with the other guests; they seem to have adopted us as their personal listeners. If something was bothering them, they came to us. We thought this was the best solution for Annerieke, and for your entire team actually. You could just go ahead and take care of everyone, while we could be a listening ear here and there. I experienced it as good, did you, Joke?"

"Yes, it was fine. We were able to reassure people that it wasn't their fault or anything. And I didn't suffer myself, not at all. Without naming names, I was able to incorporate what happened here into my book. I thought that was a nice side effect!"

"Then I hope my parents don't buy your book," Margreet laughed, "they might recognize themselves in it and sue you."

"Oh no, that's not possible, the situation of my book is too different from the situation here. They might feel addressed, but that would only be a good thing, because I don't write in a judgmental way."

"That makes a difference yes! And today, are you going to do anything fun as a finale?"

"No, nothing special. Joke wanted to continue with her book, and I was going to help Sjaak with his garden, and he wanted to discuss something with me."

"Sounds good, enjoy! I'm going to continue working on the bathrooms for a while. And later, after coffee, with Lisa to the thrift store!"

"Nice, you just shine when you say that. You've really become friends haven't you?"

"Yes, very nice, I am very happy that it clicks so well! But now I'm really going to move on, see you later!" She hugged them both and went back to work.

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During the coffee Annerieke looked attentively at Margreet. She was too quiet, nothing for her. When she came here and still was so shy, she was even less quiet than now. Annerieke got up and went over to her. She put her hands on her shoulders and bent towards Margreet, "Are you all right? You weren't there when your parents left. Doesn't matter to me, but I was wondering... if you want to talk about it..."

Margreet looked up at her, smiling. "You're such a sweet Mommy to me!" she said, stroking Annerieke's cheek with her hand. "I had already said goodbye upstairs. Well, sort of... They were deeply disappointed in me and said more ugly things. After all these years, I'm still not used to that."

Huib, putting his hand on hers, interrupted her, "You should never get used to that either, Gretel! You can't get used to that kind of behavior, simple as that... Did your mother still speak ugly of me?" And when Margreet nodded, he continued, "No problem, at most her problem. But I do understand that it is painful for you. It's hard to let them go. I understand, as if you are cutting off something from yourself."

"Yes, but... they have never been yours," Annerieke suggested, "they have never had a relationship with you. So the feeling is actually a false one, but no less painful!"

"Wise words, mom," Huib confirmed. And to Margreet, "Just go through it, we're here for you if you need us!" He squeezed her hand encouragingly for a moment.

Margreet nodded, but then said thoughtfully, "Actually, it's different than you think. There are thoughts running through me, about what she said and about what they will say if they find my note, but apart from that it doesn't even hurt as much as I expected. At best, it feels like a nasty growth that I have cut off from myself, a growth that did not belong to me, better lost than rich. I think I can feel it this way because I see the big difference between my biological mother and you Annerieke, because you are a real mother to me. It's just so good to be here, that breaking up with my parents is more of a relief. But it all feels weird, double and all, like I'm not on track."

Sjaak hummed, "You're completely on the right track for the first time in your life, Margreet. Choo on on that track!"

"Choo?" Margreet asked in surprise.

Lisa laughed out loud: "Choo-choo-choo...a train on the tracks, you know?"

Margreet shot full of laughter, "Oh yes, I certainly will Sjaak. Choo-choo-choo-choo-choo, after Huib I floo, so I'm going through my life!" she began to sing, giving a personal twist to an existing children’s song. And with that she made everyone laugh.

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