Water in which she gave a little apple cider vinegar. Then she sat down at her bedroom window , combing the hair in the evening sun until it was dry.Finally, she went to bed and read in Gottfried von Bulljon , a story by Torquato Tasso . But not even the description of the battle for Jerusalem she was able to captivate . Her thoughts were somewhere else.When it finally was quiet in the house, she stood up. They draped their bedding so that it had to look as if they would still be in it. She knew that Rani always opened the door quietly and secretly watched her , before retiring to the other chamber for sleeping.Then she crept . She undressed completely and lay down as close as possible to the wall in his bed. He used to lie down in the dark. Then she hoped . Once in bed with him , she wanted to cling to him and not let him . The pure thought of his proximity, his hands , his cock , letting her abdomen pulsate with anticipation .Now it was just waiting . Initially, her heart pounding as wild , as when they had been waiting for her husband after the wedding.But the time was like a frozen river.The sound of soft steps on the stairs woke Catherine. She did not know how long she had slept . It was pitch dark. Then ceased the steps . She heard a door was opened cautiously and joined again after a while.He had , as always, looked into her bedroom.Then the footsteps came closer .She saw the faint glow of a light wind under the door. " See that he blows it," she sent a silent prayer to heaven. Then she pressed herself as flat as possible against the wall and pulled the blanket over his head.