Part 6

Anja Krebber

In my minds eye a quick succession of events unfolded, the chief action of which was her Praline stiletto being shreddered to little bits by said lawnmower. Unfortunately my tinkering had left it in a rather unassembled state, and all I could really do at this point, was to grab a screwdriver. Jumping just barely out of harms way and onto the top of my desk with a show of athletic prowess that would have done an olympic high-jumper proud, I faced her with desperate resolve. "En garde!"