Lisa had decided to bite the bullet, going from shoot to shoot. She was grateful that she could easily and quickly take a clear screenshot with each client, so she didn't have to see so much shit. She noticed that the rituals were performed by default, at every visit, but regularly with different goals, different desires. She decided to report that on her client summary, so the judge could use that.

She worked quickly and systematically and was well past the halfway mark when Sjaak came to her. He was at odds with himself. What had happened to Lisa bothered him immensely! He walked over to her, put a hand on her hand that was lying on the mouse.

"Would you stop for a moment?"

Lisa looked up in surprise, saw Sjaak's strained face. She nodded, "Good idea, I've been sick of it for a long time. It's that it's necessary, but otherwise... I managed pretty well during work to not let it come in, but now that I stop, I feel a heavy ball forming in my belly. All those emotions..."

"Come..." said Sjaak alone. He pulled her into his arms and hid his nose in her hair. A sob welled up from his throat. "Liesel, my dear Liesel, it's too much, it's just way too much!"

Lisa was stunned, "Too much? You mean you don't want to go on with me?"

"No, no! No, I don't mean that, I really don't! I mean it's too much what you've been in the middle of. It's too crazy for words, and so painful. It's too much for you, it just feels scary. And I'm angry, angry at what happened, angry at Henk, angry at all those distinguished guys who abused you for their own gain. You have a ball of emotions in your belly, well, so do I. I don't know what's coming up, but it's a lot. And I don't know if this is the right time, but actually I would like to hug you completely flat, not literally, but... love you, caress you, so that you will have a totally different experience. I long for it, I long for you, but do you want that, right now at this moment?"

Lisa, who had nestled all the way against Sjaak, smiled, "Yes, nothing better, if only as a kind of counterbalance..."

Sjaak lifted her up, like a groom who wants to carry his bride across the threshold, kissed her and laid her on their bed. He sat down next to her, looked deep into her eyes and said, "I would like you to receive only, don't do anything with me just yet. Maybe that will change later, but right now I think you are in need to being loved, and I am in need to giving it to you. That's just a very strong desire of mine, so just try to lay back and relax and let me do my thing. Only... if I do something you don't like, please say so. I'll keep an eye on your body reactions myself, but also say so, just in case I don't realize it. Agreed?"

Lisa nodded, "Yes, just like last time. I understand what you mean, but I feel something of guilt and shame. Something about short changing you or something. But in my little head I do understand. So mind and soul disagree again!"

"Never mind, let them whine, just focus on my magical lips and hands." Sjaak winked at her and began to kiss her softly, as if caressing her soft skin with his lips. Also with his fingertips he went along her face, through her neck, played with her hair.

"Beautiful girl, sweet, brave woman," he whispered, as he continued to caress her. His hands moved down her arms, along her sides. They crept under her sweater and caressed her belly, circling it.

"Hmm that's wonderfully relaxing for that emo-ball over there," Lisa whispered.

Sjaak smiled, "Can I take off your sweater?"

When Lisa agreed, he tenderly pulled her up and took off her sweater. How finely built she was, so delicate, so fragile, and yet she was so tough and strong. He caressed her belly again, over her shirt. His hands went to her hips, looking at her questioningly. Lisa understood his wordless question and nodded. Sjaak undid her pants and pulled them off.

"I was just thinking, and this is coming out even stronger now: how beautiful you are, so finely built. So delicate and fragile, yet so tough and strong. Special little person!"

He caressed her legs, keeping her socks on so she wouldn't get cold feet. This time he didn’t want to caress her feet, but the rest of her body, as long as she enjoyed it.

He put his hands on her hips and looked at her again. She smiled at him, "Go on, it's going really well." He undressed her further and got the clasp of her bra undone a little faster than last time. He admired her body. It touched him, how familiar her body was to him already. He caressed her, now also over her breasts, but did not yet venture to stimulate her specifically. This, loving her, with his hands, with his lips and his tongue, that was enough for now. They would feel soon enough when they could go further, he thought, enjoying her scent and the taste of her skin.

His caressing became imperceptibly more fervent, more passionate, as if he was massaging her. Lisa was visibly and audibly enjoying it, and in doing so she encouraged him without words to continue, to follow his heart. He kissed her belly and followed his way up while kissing. He heard Lisa hold her breath, but saw that she nodded at him encouragingly. He moved on, over the slight bulge of her breast and kissed butterfly light kisses around her nipple.

Shudders went through Lisa's body. His kisses were arousing her, and the light touches of his mouth against the sides of her nipples were furthering that process. She sighed rapturously, particularly surprised that she could become exited in such a completely different way as well. She had no trouble acknowledging to herself that she loved this.

Her sighing became panting, and between panting she told Sjaak what she felt, "This... oh Sjaak... your caresses... they make me so excited... so much better... so much nicer than before! Aaahhh!" Sjaak had taken a nipple between his lips, moved, felt how her nipple stretched longingly and grew stiffer, luring, desiring more... He licked the tip of her nipple, upon which Lisa began to squirm like a snake.

Even though Sjaak had no experience whatsoever, he knew intuitively that this was a good sign, that she was enjoying herself. He continued, stopping periodically, at which point Lisa moaned that he should continue. But he noticed that following his guts was right, that if he stopped in between, her desire was stimulated by this and the next touch gave a stronger reaction in her body. He saw that she was looking at him with big eyes, big blurry eyes. His girl, she so longed for more. He realized, she was longing for him to enter her. And... by the feel of his erection, she wasn't the only one who longed for that!

Quickly he let himself slide off the bed and took off his sweater and pants. His underwear flew after his other clothes. He sat down next to Lisa again, began stroking her again. He had never done this before, had no idea what to expect next. He only knew, that he hoped she would not suddenly indicate that it was too much for her. He longed for her, longed to enter her, to also be physically one with her!

Lisa appeared to have the same desire. She grabbed him by his arms and pulled him to her. "Come, come lie down," she whispered, pulling him over herself. He felt what it did to his penis. It began to throb longingly, but he didn't dare enter her yet, afraid of hurting her, hurting her emotionally. But Lisa began to stroke him, his back, his butt. He rose a little to kiss her, playing with her tongue and tracing a trail of kisses toward one of her nipples. He took her nipple into his mouth again, sucking on it gently and licking it. He stroked her belly. Her excitement increased...

The moment she stiffened completely, his hand moved from her belly to her pubic area. He felt that she was hot and wet, soaking wet, took a little moisture with his index finger and slid forward. How he had come up with that idea, he didn't know, no one had told him anything about it. He felt that it came from inside, that inside he knew what to do. His finger slid forward until it touched a small tip. Softly he stroked circles over it.

At that moment Lisa gave a scream, screaming his name and started shaking. Sjaak understood, that this was her climax, and sat straddling her. Lisa wrapped her legs around him and pushed her hips up. With her pubic area she pushed against his erection, inviting him....

Sjaak no longer hesitated, gently entered her and began to move slowly. Lisa encouraged him to go deeper and faster, but he continued to challenge and stimulate her by taking it slow, stroking her nipple and her clit every now and then. Until the moment she stiffened again and then began to shake… Then he couldn’t take it any longer, and thrust deep inside her. He moaned her name, and was stunned at what all this was doing to his body!

A moment later, he carefully dropped on top of her. Lisa stroked him and whispered, "Oh Sjaak, I have never experienced anything so beautiful. So much love, from you..."

Sjaak groaned, unable to speak for a while yet, feeling like he didn't have it all together either. When he recovered a little, he rolled off her, holding her against him and pulling her with him.

"You are the most beautiful that has happened to me," he whispered, "and this... I didn't know this could be so intense, so wonderful, so beautiful, so together..."

In silence, they continued to lie in each other's arms, until Lisa announced that she was getting hungry. A glance at their cell phones showed them that this was not so surprising. They had worked hard and lunch would be ready in fifteen minutes.

"If only we had a bathroom with a shower," Sjaak wished.

"Yes..." sighed Lisa, "just a few more months of patience, darling."

She got up and began to get dressed. Sjaak did the same, then pulled her back against him.

"Oh sweetie, you don't just smell like Lisa, you smell like sex... Special scent, quite nice, it evokes a certain desire in me," he chuckled. "But... I actually don't want others to smell that too. This belongs to us together, and to us alone! Just wait here, I'll be right back. He snatched two washcloths from the cupboard and walked to the kitchen. Lisa heard the water running and suspected that he was letting the hot faucet come to temperature. Huib returned, carrying two wet, warm washcloths and a towel.

"Take off your long pants and underpants," he said, and came to her a moment later. To her surprise, he started washing her.

Lisa beamed, "How sweet you are to me!" she said, wiggling her fingers in his hair.

"I just love you so much, and I love taking care of you, even in this way!" He dropped the washcloth on the floor and began to dry her off.

"There, nice and fresh again! Will you grab a clean pair of underpants yourself?"

Lisa nodded, and grabbed one for Sjaak as well, while he gave himself a local wash too.

They smiled at each other when they were done.

Lisa nestled against him: "You were absolutely right, I feel much fresher now too."

"Me too! Come on, let's have a nice lunch. I'm hungry like a horse!"

"Ah yes, you hard worker..." Lisa teased.

Embraced and hugging each other over and over again, they walked to the guest house.

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"Looks like the second part of your morning has been better than the first," Huib observed as Sjaak and Lisa entered the kitchen.

"Oh yes, definitely," Lisa responded, "you should know!"

"Oh no, no way," came Sjaak, "it’s okay with me that he can eat anything, but he doesn't have to know everything!"

Everyone laughed, sensing what had been going on in House Mulder.

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After lunch Lisa threw herself with new energy into the recordings, while Sjaak was working in the garden. That afternoon she managed to go through the rest and finish it.

Satisfied she looked at the result: a collection of folders, on customer number and name, and next to it an overview of all those numbers and names. Everything she would need for a possible lawsuit was gathered here.

She decided to make another new folder, a sort of main folder, which she called TRIAL in capital letters. All the data she had collected she put in there. Yes, that trial , that had to come, she decided to herself.

With a deep sigh she closed the laptop. She stretched, and decided to spend the last half hour letting her violin sing.

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