Chapter 18. Living in the heart of Europe.

They left at exit 28 and were back in a forest.

"This is Vogelsanck forest, Donna" Alex crossed the road and entered a scenic small path. "There's no traffic allowed here. It's a protected area. But the villa where I live existed and was allowed to stay. Mainly because it's also a safehouse for Woohp and the Belgian police. There's enough space for a helicopter or a Woohp vtol plane to start and land. It isn't used often, but maybe that had to do with my drug addiction." Alex stated dryly.

"I said I was sorry, Alex! I asked for forgiveness. Can you please stop teasing me?" Donna pleaded.

"I expect some serious effort from you when we get home. I've got some heavy chores for you! Such as pleasing the mistress of the house." Alex was lucky she was still wearing her helmet, because Donna gave her a serious slam.

Some twenty meters ahead a gate opened on their right side. "Watch out Alex, someone is leaving his property." Donna warned.

"No Donna, you don't listen. That's us entering my humble accommodation." Alex said turning into the driveway. Donna didn't see a house, nor villa. The driveway curved to the right and back to the left before opening upon a villa.

The ground floor was one large garage, the doors to the right parking spot were open. Alex parked her little green rally monster in the free space. "I'll have a Woohp helicopter pick it up. They can check out the data from the black boxes. Maybe find a way to make it bullet proof." Alex told Donna, who was admiring the other vehicles parked.

"You like them, Donna?" Alex asked.

"There are some very weird vehicles parked down here, Alex." Donna answered, her hand on a red motorcycle with Citroen logo. Alex smiled, she was proud of her little collection.

"That's the homework of a German Citroen garage owner. It's the 1300 cc motor of a GSA built into a motorcycle. She was the start of my collection. I ran into it when my 'Geit' got a problem in Germany. I was sold the moment I saw her." Alex elucidated.

"Geit?" Donna wondered.

"A Citroen 2CV is called goat over here. I've learned Dutch as I plan on staying here and not on my own." She closed Donna in a tender embrace. Their lips met. The feeling wasn't unlike the short flight with the little green rally monster.

"Dat smaakt naar meer!" Alex whispered in Donna's ear.

"Do I get a translation?" Donna whined.

"You can't translate that. You'll have to learn for yourself, Donna. Maybe at breakfast I can explain. I have bought fresh tomatoes." Alex said dryly.

"Fresh tomatoes?." Donna was at a loss. Alex just smiled at her. Nothing better than good books to learn a language.

"I'm going to practise for the big day!" Donna informed Alex. Alex looked at her love in surprise. When Donna scooped her up Alex gave a small scream.

"Donna what are you doing?" Alex squealed. Donna left the garage and climbed the outside stairs to the main entrance of the villa.

"I'm practising my wedding day, when I will carry you across the threshold." She smilingly told Alex. Alex had her arms around Donna's neck when they entered, shutting the door in front of our noses.