"No, of course not," Aletta stumbled for a bit, then relaxed. "I was just caught in a daydream and talking to myself. That's why I jumped up so badly when you walked in," she smiled, pulling his hair behind his ear so that she could see him better. "You don't know your own strength," She turned on the radio. A soft song was playing and she put her arms around his neck, softly singing along with the music. "Come, dance with me. We've got something to celebrate."<br/><br/>His goodbye-kiss in the morning when he smelled of nice aftershave, the way he would whistle if he had had a good day at work, his way of being gentle - opening doors, offering her his arm when they were outside - and even his voice made her realise what a lucky woman she should be and how much of a dirty slut she had been by kissing the wrong person. She embraced Rolf tighter, not wanting to let go of him. Ever. Or...? No.