It was five in the morning when Walther woke from his sleep. Still groggy, he was aware of something soft under the covers. The first thing that came to his mind was that it was a pillow. The only flaw with this was that his pillow was firmly supporting his head. Just then he got a whiff of something fragrant and was wide awake. It was the smell of shampoo that a certain someone he knew used.
"DANIELA," he bellowed, jumping out of bed and throwing off the covers. There she was, curled up in a foetal position on his bed. She was wearing a strapless bra and panties that Walther was quite sure wasn't hers, for he had never got her anything of that sort. Walther was livid. Heckling him was not beyond her but this was quite something else.
"Did you like it? Petra said-" Before Daniela could finish, she was swept off the bed by Walther. Hoisting her in a fireman's carry, he opened the door and dumped her unceremoniously onto the empty corridor outside. Then, in the name of modesty he tossed an overcoat at her.
"That man is a very bad influence on all the girls. Go back and get changed into something decent. We're leaving at seven to meet Major Salles from the GIS. Don't be late." Walther made a mental note to give Alessandro a good talking-to about what to teach the little girls. And he had to remember to keep his door securely locked when he slept.
Daniela sat up and looked up at Walther. "Petra told me that you'd like it." Then a mischievous smile appeared on her face. "Was she right?"
"No," Walther replied, slamming the door in her face. He reminded himself once again to tell Alessandro what he shouldn't teach the girls.
