Lisa had been deeply moved by Sjaak's singing. She had hardly noticed that the other men had also done the same to their loved ones. She had only heard and seen Sjaak. The love in his voice, in his eyes, for her....

At the end of the song her decision was clear: she wanted to give herself completely to him, entrust herself to him. He was worth it, he loved her so much, and she loved him!

Afterwards she asked Sjaak if he would mind if she joined him for a while. He answered affirmatively, eagerly. His desire for Lisa had increased even more because of the song. He had been able to sing it from his heart without any effort, had had no doubts about anything. She, Lisa ... only Lisa!

Together they walked to his house, arms around each other. Sjaak matched his large steps to her smaller ones, so that they walked in a rhythm of perfect unity.

Inside, he quickly threw some logs into the fireplace and poked the fire. "Nice," Lisa responded, "nice and warm." She had reached out her hands to the fire and felt the glow of the fire on her face.

"What would you like to drink Lisa?"

"That star mix tea please, I like that one so much."

Sjaak went to the kitchen, the moment Lisa had been waiting for. She walked to the bedroom to prepare herself. Here she would give herself completely to him, as she had been taught....

When Sjaak entered the living room with coffee and tea, he did not see Lisa. "Lisa?" he asked. "I'm here," it sounded from the adjoining room. Sjaak walked over to it, but stood stock-still as he entered it.

"Lisa..." he stammered to the completely naked woman standing next to his bed. "Lisa, darling..." Lisa, thinking she had made him happy by offering herself to him, stretched out her arms to him and took a step toward him.

Sjaak grabbed her hands. "Don't, Lisa, no, don't. Here, your clothes, please get dressed again."

Lisa was stunned. "Don't you think I'm pretty enough? Not good enough?"

Sjaak grabbed her underwear and gave it to her to encourage her to get dressed, but she did nothing with it. She was completely upset. "Why not? Why don't you want me?"

Sjaak was having the hardest time holding back. The fire that burned within him made him feel like he could surrender to her invitation any moment. But deep inside him he felt that this was not right at all.

He looked at her tightly, with a deep frown in his forehead. "Lisa, darling of mine, I want you so desperately, but not like this, on a silver platter. Please get dressed again and we'll talk about it in a minute. Don't be afraid sweetheart, I'm not mad at you. I just want to talk to you, I want to know you, also about what is happening now. I'll wait for you, on the couch."

After a kiss on her forehead, he left her. She lowered herself onto the edge of the bed. Why? Why?!

Slowly she began to get dressed again. She had to ask him, why he didn't want this. It hurt her, it felt like rejection, even though he said he wanted her so much. Why Sjaak, for heaven's sake... why?

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