The Process: No Escape, No Hope, No Dying

By Klaus Petrat

“It can't be...Is this it? Is this the evidence for life after death?”

“I can't be sure. His wave patterns seem to be hyper active. But he is dead. Sssssshhhhh.....It's fading. Look at his eyes. They are fading as well. They dim. He is leaving.”

Months later, Paul Stoddard stood in front of a disbelieving audience of physics Nobel Price aspirants. “Yes, the brain is capable of performing quantum processes at room temperature. The human brain is a quantum processor. These are processes which don't belong to our model of atoms, time, space and ... being. The brain performs processes which are literally out of this world.”

The Process is a fast paced Drama, combining the latest research in Quantum Physics and Neuro-Science, to proof the survival of consciousness after death.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press AU
• Release date: Mar 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781982293802

Klaus Petrat

Klaus Petrat was born in the now vanished German Democratic Republic. His parents escaped the communist regime to allow Klaus to grow up in the free Western part of Germany. After finishing his studies with a Masters Degree in Mechanical Engineering, he travelled the world to end up in Australia. Here he met his Australian wife Michelle and remained by her side to this day. Around the year 2000, Klaus had a minor Near Death Experience but as short and sharp as it was, it was as inexplicable. The cymbal like, crystal clear voice in his head echoed a single word, September. This really was the trigger which pushed Klaus on a 6 year journey to make sense of the short experience and share his thoughts and research with you.

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CONTENTS

Prologue

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Onida, Arizona, 1983–1997

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Onida, Arizona, Late 1990S

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Germany, Late 1990S

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Geneva, Early October 2017

Baton Rouge, Louisiana, 1997

Geneva, Early October 2017

Geneva, Early October 2017

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Geneva, Late October 2017, Catholic Girls School

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Geneva, Late October 2017

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Geneva, Late October 2017

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Large Hadron Collider, Cern, October 2017

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Geneva, November 2017

CMRL Hospital Geneva, Mid-November 2017

Northern Germany, First Century AD

CMRL Hospital Geneva, Mid-November 2017

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Geneva, Mid-November 2017

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Department Of Quantum Matter, November 2017

Geneva, Late November 2017

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Geneva, Late November 2017

Large Hadron Collider, Cern, Late November 2017

Geneva, Late November 2017

CMRL Hospital, Geneva, Late November 2017

Hospital, Cmrl Geneva, Late November 2017

CMRL Hospital, Geneva, Late November 2017

Les Pâquis, Geneva, Late November 2017

Northern Germany, First Century Ad

Geneva, Late November 2017

Geneva, Late November 2017

Geneva, Late November 2017

Geneva, Late November 2017

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Geneva, Late November 2017

Timeless, No Specific Location

CMRL Hospital, Geneva, Late November 2017

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Timeless, No Specific Location

CMRL Hospital, Geneva, Late November 2017

Geneva, Late November 2017

Geneva, Late November 2017

Timeless, No Specific Location

Timeless, No Specific Location

Geneva, Late November 2017

Geneva, Late November 2017

Premonitions

Geneva, Late November 2017

Geneva, Late November 2017

Geneva, Late November 2017

Geneva, December 1, 2017

Timeless, No Specific Location

Geneva, December 1–2, 2017

Geneva, December 2 2017

Geneva, December 2, 2017

Geneva, December 2, 2017

Geneva Hospital, December 4, 2017

Geneva, December 4, 2017

Geneva, December 5, 2017

Geneva, December 5, 2017

Mesopotamia, Sumer Kingdom, 2000 BC

Geneva Hospital, December 5, 2017

Timeless, No Specific Location

Geneva Hospital, December 5, 2017

Cern, December 5, 2017

Near Andilly, December 5, 2017

Geneva Hospital, December 5, 2017

Paul’s Apartment, December 5, 2017

Near Andilly, France, December 5, 2017

Near Andilly, France, December 5, 2017

Paul’s Apartment, December 5, 2017

Chateau Des Avenieres, December 5, 2017

Andilly, December 5, 2017

Chateau Des Avenieres, December 5, 2017

Timeless, No Specific Location

Timeless, No Specific Location

Timeless, No Specific Location

Near Andilly, December 5, 2017

Chateau Des Avenieres, December 6, 2017

Chateau Des Avenieres, December 6, 2017

Geneva, December 6, 2017

Timeless, No Specific Location

Timeless, No Specific Location

Chateau Des Avenieres, December 6, 2017

Chateau Des Avenieres, December 6, 2017

Greece, Around 400 BCE

Chateau Des Avenieres, December 6, 2017

Timeless, No Specific Location

Chateau Des Avenieres, December 6, 2017

Chateau Des Avenieres, December 7, 2017

Timeless, No Specific Location

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Timeless, No Specific Location

Timeless, No Specific Location

Timeless, No Specific Location

Timeless, No Specific Location

Chateau Des Avenieres, December 7, 2017

Timeless, No Specific Location

Timeless, No Specific Location

Somewhere In Geneva, Summer 2015

Somewhere In Geneva, Summer 2018

Timeless, No Specific Location

Timeless, No Specific Location

Somewhere In Geneva, Summer 2018

Timeless, No Specific Place

Somewhere In Geneva, Summer 2018

Timeless, No Specific Location

Somewhere In Geneva, Summer 2018

Timeless, No Specific Location

Northern Germany, First Century AD

Somewhere In Geneva, Summer 2018

Timeless, No Specific Location

Somewhere In Geneva, Summer 2018

Timeless, No Specific Location

Somewhere In Geneva, Early Autumn 2018

Timeless, No Specific Location

Timeless, No Specific Location

Endnotes

Dedicated to my wonderful and patient wife, Michelle;

my son, Sebastian; and my daughter, Sasha.

PROLOGUE

I am an old soul and carry much misery, despair, and violence within me. I know how to forgive myself for the deeds I have done, for the sorrow I have caused to the closest around me.

But the Process is wearing me, and any other soul living on this earth, down.

Yet am I able to correct the balance of emotions on the large scale of lives that are being weighed and judged by no other than myself?

Yes, I am. I decide. For I am Abdon, the warrior, and this is my story.

NORTHERN GERMANY, FIRST CENTURY AD

In this eternal universe, there will be a day when you walk out of the dense fog of birth and become aware of being yourself.

—Klaus Petrat

It was one of those exceptionally cold winters around the southern Baltic Sea, the home of the mighty Rugii, an East Germanic tribe of brutal hunters and warriors who did not think highly of their Gothic neighbours on their eastern border.

Their village housed about four hundred families, and the tracks inside the conglomerate of typical longhouses were not linear and grid-like, as in Roman cities. Instead, they wound along the paths of creeks, around larger rocky formations and places of worship. Odin and Donar were their most celebrated deities.

The women of the tribe held the same status as their male counterparts. Single women inherited their status from their fathers. When women married, their statuses became those of their husbands.

On this icy-cold winter morning, the tension in the tribal village was at breaking point. Elfwine, the daughter of the mighty Rugii king, Baldavin, was about to give birth. Despite the absence of an acknowledged father, the child would either be the new princess of the Rugii or the new leader of the tribe. King Baldavin had never been married, nor did he have any known relationship with a Rugii woman.

The male members of the tribes worshiped their women. It was entirely acceptable for an unmarried princess to give birth to the next in line to the leader’s position.

The tension in the Rugii settlement was palpable. The smoke from the fireplace inside the king’s longhouse could be smelled and seen throughout the village. Everyone knew that Elfwine would soon give birth to the heir of the Rugii.

The intense cold ensured that there was no movement around the king’s longhouse. Inside the house, the expectation surrounding the forthcoming birth was almost unbearable.

On the generously proportioned bed, amongst furs of various local animals, lay the breathtakingly beautiful Elfwine, sweat pouring down her forehead despite the severe cold outside. The fireplace, directly under the opening in the roof of the longhouse, was strong enough to heat up the large, dimly lit room.

King Baldavin and the village shaman stood in the background, some five paces away. Two midwives were there to support Elfwine in any way they could. About half an hour before, the shaman had given Elfwine one of his secret brews—a horrible-smelling, brownish liquid with enough power to subdue labour pain.

The drug-induced dream showed her a world she could not comprehend, but she felt so comfortable marvelling at these beautiful, unknown sights as her lover whispered in her ear, We will meet again. I promise you. Your child is ready. Leave this place of dreams now.

Elfwine could not hold on to her lover and subconsciously became aware of her current circumstance.

She obviously had no husband or male friend known to anyone in the tribe who could possibly have fathered this child. Even though many men had tried to win her affection, she had never succumbed to their attempts. Many rumours could be heard amongst the Rugii, but the status of the princess allowed nobody to speak the truth out loud.

The fire in the central fireplace, glowing warmly and softly, crackled from time to time. Pots with hot water were standing beside the bed, and primitive forceps were at the ready next to the steaming water. The beautiful smell of burning birch permeated the longhouse.

The two midwifes were busy helping Elfwine bring forth the child. The screams of labour came in ever-shortening intervals. As Elfwine’s face contorted in utter agony, the tightening of her womb indicated the imminent arrival of the newest member of the ruling family.

Baldavin and the shaman stood a few paces behind the midwives but were fully aware of the impending birth.

She is close now, Baldavin whispered to the shaman.

Freia, our powerful goddess of fertility and lust, has not spoken her final word yet, but the infidelity of your daughter may have consequences. I fear with this baby a chain of violence is coming into the world—a violence from which the Rugii people will not recover for many generations to come, the shaman replied.

Ahh, old pessimistic friend, I will have either a new, beautiful princess or a mighty warrior. No matter which gender, you know they have come from my own seed. You see, the king rules now and will, with this new child, continue to rule.

The old shaman was surprised at what he had just heard, but he knew not to question what the mighty and brutal king had finally confirmed and what the entire clan had known all along. He also understood with clear certainty that he wouldn’t survive, given the knowledge the king had volunteered.

An agonising yell wrested the shaman from his dark thoughts, and he rushed to put his hands into the pots of hot water standing beside Elfwine’s bed. The midwives handed him clean linen as he ordered everyone in the house to get ready for the arrival of the new heir of the Rugii.

A short while later, a crying boy was presented to the king. At that moment, the shaman knew that he, as the only witness to the atrocity the king had committed on his daughter, was about to lose his life.

Smiling and knowing, the shaman lifted his hands to his chest, opened his garment, and provided access to the king’s sharp knife that was to end his life.

Abdon was born.

ONIDA, ARIZONA, 1983–1997

It was almost Onida’s third birthday, and her concerned mum, Helga, was sitting in the doctor’s waiting room, nervously waiting to be called to the consultation. Helga was deeply worried about her daughter and secretly resented the stories about the afterlife, ghosts who had to be freed upon the death of a fellow tribesman, and reincarnation that she had been told by Onida’s father, Akando.

Helga, a German native, had fallen in love with the indigenous North American soldier Akando while he was stationed in occupied West Germany and resettled with Akando in his native Arizona. Being half a head taller than Akando and a genuine blonde, she could only marvel at her daughter, Onida. A healthy mix of olive skin and bright blonde hair gave little Onida a truly exotic complexion that was a striking contrast to the children around her.

Helga’s worries about Onida’s size, her thoughtful and introvert behaviour, and her inability to connect to children her age prompted this visit.

Onida was a loner. Although Onida was very advanced in thought, highly creative, and far less boisterous than her peers, Helga could not stop thinking that Onida would never gain abilities that would allow her to melt into the groups of kids who freely played and invented and probed their own limits.

Helga, herself six feet tall, couldn’t shake the always present anxiety that her Onida might be growing so tall that she might intimidate most of the other children and would eventually live a lonely adult life.

A sudden shriek abruptly ended Helga’s daydreaming. A young boy tried aggressively to destroy the beautiful Lego tower Onida had built. Holding the boy at bay with one hand and turning to her mother, Onida was keen to have her mother admire her tower before the boy managed to kick it into bits. Her turquoise green eyes pleaded with her mum for help, to no avail.

Triumphantly, to the amusement of other patients, the boy managed to kick the tower. Its pieces flew across the entire waiting room. In typical Onida fashion, she simply away and concentrated on another girl at the opposite side of the room. Her attention was already past the tower she had been proud of only moments ago.

Looking at the two girls, Helga was reminded why she was here for in the first place, waiting for their appointment with a leading endocrinologist. The three-year-old Onida was towering over her playmate. Onida measured 110 centimetres, or 43.3 inches tall, and if she kept growing at this rate, that would put her at about six feet two at the age of eighteen.

***

Helga needed not have worried. The visit to the endocrinologist was now long forgotten, and a very healthy, six-foot-tall Onida excelled at athletics. She held the county title for the four-hundred-metre run and was looking forward to a possible career in athletics. Her grades at school were above average, and Akando hoped for her to have a career in medicine.

Unfortunately for Onida, another year older now, she had developed to such a degree that her sporting achievements on the athletic track came to a rather abrupt end. Onida did not appreciate her young, womanly figure at all, even though the girls in her group admired and even envied Onida because she attracted almost all the boys.

In fact, to Helga’s and Akando’s delight, Onida was very shy and engaged more in studying than dating any boys. Her endless discussions with her father about the spirit and where it goes when a person dies secretly freaked out Helga. Helga was a staunch Catholic, and the nonsense about a spirit being freed from the confines of the body when a person dies was so different from her schooling which required Jesus to take you to heaven.

What Helga failed to understand was that Onida was quite lonely, an outsider in her class. She refused to play by the rules that seemed to have been written for adolescent teenagers in Middle America.

A few times, the girls in her group tried to convince her to go out to various hang-outs and meet gorgeous boys. Whilst the girls were envious of Onida, they understood what a boy magnet Onida had become. The girls were asked whether they managed to invite Onida to the action for every party and get-together.

What all her friends knew at a relative early age seemed entirely oblivious to Onida. Parties, making out, and dancing was of no interest compared to her thirst for popular, scientific literature in human consciousness.

Onida had become an utterly shy nerd.

NORTHERN GERMANY, FIRST CENTURY AD

And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness.

—Genesis 1:26

The next thing Abdon new, was that he could not get any air. He felt like he was a fish on land. There was blinding pain everywhere. He felt the pain of his mother. He felt the connection fading, and another urge overcame him. He felt empty, physically devoid of energy. He needed energy. He snapped at her teat and, with even more effort, made the sustenance flow. It was warm, nice, fulfilling. He opened his eyes for the first time.

In hindsight, Abdon pondered about the fact that to be born has some advantages. But would he do it for love? He didn’t know. He could feel most of his bones out of place, his head squashed in. He understood that he couldn’t possibly be the pretty child his mother expected. Yet she smiled a warm, glowing smile that made him feel as much loved as most newly born infants across the ages.

Still, something was different, unexpected. Abdon managed to loosen his consciousness from his new, young brain and travelled up to join with his mother’s consciousness, to understand who he was and where he was. My mother called herself Elfwine, princess of the Rugii.

His brain realized the full impact on his own decision

Oh, no, I am losing it! This wasn’t the plan!

His mind raced through all sorts of possibilities. It couldn’t be true that he’d been born into a life so full of hatred, raids, rapes, and murders. Or was this another review? There was no telling. He didn’t have control over any of his muscles or limbs. His fingers and even the muscles in his face did not allow him to explain anything to his mother. He couldn’t express that he was a full person, that he knew how life worked. Nothing! He could do nothing. He felt the need for air, for food. There was nothing this new little body would allow him to do. His eyesight was very diluted, watery. His hearing rudimentary, his motor skills extremely deficient. But his mind was as sharp as a razor blade. He knew he could leave this little body, resulting in its inexplicable death. But he also knew that he had an arrangement with his brutal father and his beautiful mother. He could not leave, nor did he want to. He knew his task: He had to make this life a better one. He needed to go through this horrible task yet again. At that moment, he fully understood who he was, where he was, and what he had to do, to overcome this lifetime full of hardship.

Elfwine, I name this boy Abdon, our new prince and future king. He will live in glory and in righteousness. He will be truthful at all times, he will be just, and he will rule our tribe.

ONIDA, ARIZONA, LATE 1990S

The discussion between Onida and her otherwise very gentle Native American father was getting louder, and Onida’s mother felt the need to interfere.

Akando, what’s the problem with Onida staying with my German family for a year? She’s eighteen, she’s finished school with excellent grades, and she wants to get some worldly experience. After the war, you said how beautiful and different Germany was. You even struggled yourself to come back to America. Please let her have just a year as an exchange student in Germany.

In reality, Onida wished to explore the unknown, her own heritage. After listening to her mom’s stories about Germany and speaking to her aunt Sylvia and her cousin Anni, she learned how different the European or German cultures were compared to her own. The endless discussions between her parents about the health budget, college fees, and the like made her wonder whether it is truly possible to live without the pressures of having to pay for health or education.

But this was what Sylvia talked about. Onida’s deep and inquisitive mind deduced that there was some hidden envy in Sylvia, because Helga lived in the United States and not Sylvia. Still, her curiosity wouldn’t let go. If she only could relieve her parents from discussing how to pay for her college fees, that would be fantastic to her.

So she pushed the point one final time.

Please, Dad, it won’t be for long, and you know I’m a good girl.

Resigned, Akando knew he was not going to win this fight. His beautiful wife and daughter had conspired against him and presented arguments that they had been planning and preparing for the past year.

At eighteen years of age, Onida had inherited a lot more genes from her German mother than from her father. She was now six feet two inches tall with blonde hair. She had the body of a model, except for her rather prominent breasts.

She was a very voluptuous young woman and difficult for men to ignore. Yet Onida was entirely oblivious to the effect she had on the opposite sex.

She didn’t seem to be aware of her sexual beauty and didn’t seek out night clubs. To the best of Akando’s knowledge, she had had no serious liaison with any bastard boy. She was a good, modest girl indeed, and this only increased her incredible and accidental sex appeal.

Finally, Akando gave his blessing to this new adventure but insisted that she go and stay in Germany. He had always perceived that Germany was a far safer place to live than the United States.

And Onida’s ignorance of the other sex allowed him to give in.

Please, stay in touch and let us know what you need. Make sure you come back after the year is over. I love you.

With that, he hugged her, hugged Helga, and, being ashamed of the tears in his eyes, turned around and left the den.

Onida turned to Helga and couldn’t hide the beaming smile on her face. Her mum started crying and hugged her so hard that Onida thought she might die right here and now.

The trip was real. And still, the unpleasant throbbing in Onida’s tummy made her think that this was the last time she saw either of her parents.

NORTHERN GERMANY, FIRST CENTURY AD

Baldavin felt like he was in heaven. His whole body felt electrified. His warrior queen and daughter, Elfwine, knew how to spoil Baldavin as she kept his pleasures on edge. Despite continuous waves of extasy washing through his body, he wondered how long she would be feeding Abdon.

Abdon was now four years old, and Elfwine’s milk supply seemed to be endless. With a guttural scream that could be heard throughout the ancient German village, he finally climaxed.

Shortly after, Elfwine got up and walked around the fire in the middle of the longhouse, going to her stirring son, Abdon. Gently, she lifted him and teased one nipple into his mouth.

After Abdon began to suck, she settled down in a sitting position and placed her right hand onto her sex. Abdon’s strong sucking action aroused her every time, and she found it difficult to abandon such intimate moments for good, despite knowing that this time was soon to arrive.

Deep down, she knew the horrors of having a sexual relationship with her own father would not be accepted by the gods, let alone by her own people. Ever since her mother had died, her brutal father had forced himself onto her. Over the years, she had banished the dreadful thoughts to the back of her mind and learned to not only tolerate this incestuous relationship but also enjoy the freedom and the power that came with being the daughter of the king.

Nonetheless, Elfwine was aware of the mighty Gothic king who lived at the eastern border of the Rugii kingdom and was known to harbour strong desires for her. This might represent her ticket to escape and therefore obtain real freedom from her father, even though she knew this would end in his death.

GERMANY, LATE 1990S

While taking the Intercity-Express from Frankfurt Airport to Berlin, Onida could only marvel at the beautiful countryside. The train was quiet and very fast. She was stunned to be offered alcohol and, despite her eighteen years of age, didn’t dare to purchase any. American laws forbade drinking until the age of twenty-one. This law didn’t seem to apply in Germany, and Onida was tempted to try it out.

In the distance, she saw little villages with brick houses. Even though the sun wasn’t shining, a large proportion of houses had solar panels on their roofs. Countless wind turbines rushed past her window. Everything seemed so much greener than in her home state of Arizona.

As the train was approaching Berlin Hauptbahnhof, Onida’s nervousness grew with the declining distance. Soon she would be meeting her host family, Aunt Sylvia and her cousin Annika, who had moved from Heidelberg to Berlin after Sylvia’s husband had died of cancer.

After Onida had lugged her baggage to the exit doors of the train, she felt the train slowing down and wondered why her heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands were slightly clammy, and she felt she would be embarrassed to shake hands with her new family.

Not knowing the Berlin station, she chose to stay put where she exited the train. Finally, she saw two women approaching her.

My God! That must be them. Tante Sylvia looks like a copy of my mum, and the girl beside her must be Annika.

Sylvia, in contrast, couldn’t believe how tall young Onida was. The pictures and the online sessions had never indicated her physical height.

Tall and beautiful—not pretty, but certainly beautiful, Sylvia thought.

Sylvia, looking up at the approaching Onida, said, Wow, you’re stunning, actually even more beautiful than your pictures suggest.

After what seemed like a lengthy embrace, Sylvia looked at Onida.

Here, meet your cousin Annika.

Hmm, short but very pretty. She must turn a lot of heads.

Please call me Anni, Annika said while looking up into Onida’s eyes. She barely reached the shoulders of her tall cousin from America. Instead of feeling somehow threatened by this large female, Anni developed a curiosity.

By no means did she believe that she had developed lesbian tendencies, but pretty women, particularly young Onida, raised her interest in wanting to know much more about them. A sly grin crossed Anni’s pretty face as she thought about numerous possibilities.

Hours later, after a traditional German Mittagessen, consisting of Kohlrouladen, Knödel, and Rotkohl and enhanced with German Schnapps, Onida tired quickly. Unfortunately, this was followed by a seemingly endless picture album session. A further three hours later, Onida settled into her room, which was adjacent to Anni’s room.

Onida excused herself.

"Sorry, I don’t want to be rude, but the jet lag is getting at me. I’m sure I’ll be much fitter tomorrow. Thank you so much for all this wonderful food, but I must say the Schnapps is getting to me a little. Gute Nacht, Tante Sylvia, and gute Nacht, Annika. See you in the morning.’

Don’t worry, Onida. Let me walk you to your room, Anni said enthusiastically.

After settling into a large chair in the corner of Onida’s new room, Anni watched in anticipation as this tall, stunning girl emptied her suitcases.

Onida wondered why Anni stayed in her room. The thought alone made her feel very strange and excited at the same time—something she was never used to from the boys. While Anni continued to talk in her accent rich English, Onida got really nervous about her own thoughts and Anni.

While getting ready for bed, she was too tired to tell her to leave. Lost in her own thoughts about the trip, she heaved the larger of the two suitcases onto the bed.

She opened a fairly large, zipped-up beauty case; took out her toothbrush, floss, and toothpaste; and proceeded to her very own bathroom. Everything felt so warm and cosy that Onida had trouble keeping her eyes open. The jet lag was definitely affecting her.

On returning from the bathroom, she was surprised to see Annika still sitting in the chair, seemingly observing her every move.

Somewhat irritated, Onida said, Annika, I’m so tired. Please let me change into my nightie and call it a day. Onida thought this would suffice to get her privacy, but she was anxious that Annika would really leave. She could not believe that the pretty, little Annika didn’t make a move to leave the bedroom. Something wrong? Are you OK?

Onida, you seem so mature, so pretty. Please forgive me, but I am not sure myself what has come over me. Somehow I feel I want to stay a little longer, chat a bit, and let you tell me about the United States. Is that OK with you? a confident Annika replied.

While looking into her cousin’s large, green, and sincere eyes, Onida couldn’t help but smile. She knew of the admiration most of the boys gave her at school and everywhere she went, but she had never seriously considered taking up any of the offers, despite her curiosity. She had always been serious about her grades, and her father’s warning words had convinced her that there was time enough for those sorts of adventures after she had completed her studies. However, this curious tightening low in her tummy became a little more intense as her eyes locked into Anni’s honest, wide-open eyes.

Is little Annika a lesbian? This thought surprised Onida, and she blushed heavily. She felt the heat creeping up her chest and surely flushing her face like the beautiful sunsets of the Midwest. I should’nt turn around before Annika sees my embarrassment.

Onida opened the larger of the two suitcases and pulled out a nightie. Not realising how transparent the nightie was, she took off her tights and jumper, despite Anni watching her. She slipped down her panties, followed by her bra, which she playfully chucked at Anni, who caught it in the air.

The pleasant warmth throughout the house and Annika’s innocent curiosity made Onida feel safe and cosy, and even a little horny.

"Onida, in my words, you are a nerdy stunner. Surely, every male at your school campus would be trying