The next morning we sat at the breakfast table. Hannah had set the table for 6 people and was confused that one seat remained empty.

"Where's Raphael?" she asked.

I was silent... I didn't dare tell the truth.

Quasimodo said: "Last night Raphael decided at short notice to go his own way."

I stared at Quasimodo in surprise because I hadn't expected such a complicated sentence from him. Hannah shrugged as she placed the bread in a basket on the table.

Joe went to work after breakfast and Quasimodo and I... we tried to give Hannah a hand. I hung out the laundry while Quasimodo chopped wood.

Back then, laundry was stretched on lines between two trees and hung up. I stood not far from where Quasimodo was chopping the wood and I couldn't help but admire his strength. I stopped my work and walked over to Quasimodo. When he registered me, he smiled at me. He saw my look that spoke volumes.

"You look like you're about to eat me," he said.

I faked waving my hand at myself: "I can't help it, I'm suddenly so hot..."

Quasimodo looked around unobtrusively. Then he stepped towards me, grabbed my hips and pushed me against the wall of the house while we kissed passionately.

"Hey, we can't be here..." I said embarrassed.

"Hannah and Marie are cooking and Joe is at work. Nobody will spot us." Quasimodo whispered and kissed my neck. When he began to knead my breasts, all resistance disappeared and I surrendered to this wonderful, warm feeling that rose in me. Quasimodo's right hand went to my hip and from there to my left leg. He lifted it and I crossed it over his bottom. My hands didn't stay idle in the meantime, I caressed his face, his neck, his chest until finally I reached his waistband. I already felt a clear bulge a little further down... I opened my pants and took out his member. I ran my hand up and down on it until he started panting against my ear. Finally he grabbed my arm as his breaths came ragged. I looked at him and nodded, which was his cue to move his hips forward.

He penetrated me like butter. It was an incredibly great feeling that I missed for a long time. Quasimodo was moving back and forth at an ever-increasing pace. I was finding it increasingly difficult to hold back my moans. I wrapped my arms around Quasimodo and pressed my mouth onto my upper right arm to stifle a moan. But just before I could reach my climax, he slipped out of me. Of course I knew why he did it. He wanted to avoid another pregnancy...

But I was so excited beyond measure that I didn't want to be fobbed off. I took his member in hand demandingly.

"Do you remember how I do it?" I asked and Quasimodo nodded. His right hand disappeared between my legs and worked on my clit a little more. As I ran my hand up and down his body. He started panting again and my breath came ragged again. Then I felt how he slipped his index finger into me and brought me to orgasm with a few strong thrusts. Quick-wittedly, I pressed the back of my left hand to my lips while Quasimodo also came in several spurts. Exhausted, we both sank to the ground, leaning against the wall of the house.

"And? Have you cooled down now?" Quasimodo asked after he had his breath back.

"Not by far," I said with a smile, "But the rest has to wait until tonight, we still have work to do."

I gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning back to the laundry. When I emptied the laundry basket, I was surprised to find a letter in it. I didn't know how he got there. I opened the letter and read:

"Today at midnight in front of the cathedral. ALONE.

If you don't show up, I'll inform the local magistrate about the fugitive witch residing in his town."

I swallowed when I read the last sentence. Then someone blackmailed me. Was that... Raphael? I knew if I told Quasimodo, he would be in danger too. Although Quasimodo was very strong, Raphael had military training behind him. I doubted if Quasimodo could do anything against him.

I decided to sneak out of bed at night. Since Quasimodo was deaf, I had to pay more attention to the movements of the mattress than to the sounds I made. I succeeded easily and went to the cathedral, albeit armed with a small dagger just in case.