"Stop!" commanded it forcefully. "Hold still..." It gripped the eager fingers of the woman. "What... what about your friend? She looked at him angrily and tried to free herself from the grip, but Hichan fought her successfully with his last forces.

"Ouch... hey Luigi let go. ... Torio? ... He is not my fr--" The word got stuck in her throat as it rumbled behind her and a deep voice called impatiently for the two robots:

"Ryo! Damn it, Tomoya! Where are you tin buckets!" it echoed through the hallway.

The blonde growled through her teeth. The fun was over and she had to admit defeat.

"Don't think you'll get away with it." Reluctantly, she got off Luigi, straightened her clothes and hair and was about to leave the room when said friend, or not friend, crawled around the corner on all fours.

"April! Where are you all? ... I need a support! ... Hichan, you little devil, get over here!" Torio sounded terribly angry and snorted like a bull in the arena.

'As if the cat could help him,' the American nagged, but so quietly that only the alien could hear it. But then she pulled herself together, took a heart and added repentantly:

"I am here... it ... "I'm terribly sorry, I didn't hear you." With an innocent look, she watched the astronaut sit up and lean his back against the door frame.

"What is it? Did you sleep in broad daylight?"

Another voice now interfered, a little hoarse, out of breath and rough:

"Hey Torio, how are you?" Only now was the Italian noticed.

"Hey, Torio... Who is this? ... April?" marveled the blond Russian with big eyes. But since the woman preferred silence, Hichan took over to answer. The alien in his Italian medium picked himself up, straightened his jeans, stood in front of Torio and casually drove through his hair.

"Well who? ... Look at me, I am Luigi." The grin was unmistakable, just like the red hair, and Torio just twisted his eyes annoyed.

"Go to hell!" he growled threateningly. "Get out of my apartment! But quickly! And don't you dare come back in any form!" The messenger obeyed, said goodbye to April with a pat on the butt and winked at the man sitting on the ground.

"See you soon," he said and began his retreat, relieved and glad to have escaped the horny woman.

The alien put the supplier in his car, left his body, woke him up from his deep sleep and took care of getting rid of him. Unnoticed, it placed the bill and bank bills on the passenger seat and thanked him with a bitter-sweet chocolate breath in his neck.

No offense, ... next time you'll be sure to catch the train again,' he thought.

The Italian shook his head in confusion, started the car and rushed away.

A short trip to the bathroom brought Tomo and Ryo back to life as if by magic. They also helped their owner onto the couch immediately and everything had its usual correctness.

Luigi, the strange visitor was not mentioned by April with a single syllable and the items that had not been ordered were taken out of the shopping bags on the kitchen counter and stored in boxes and the refrigerator.

Mori's brother owed Torio something, without his appearance he could already be in big trouble. But, ... You have to be lucky!

Hichan had learned his lesson. Such a mistake could not happen to him again. If his father knew that, he would surely get a huge lecture for it.

The Russian would calm down again, for sure, the redhead was not worried, only this "American girl" ...

April decided to make a short trip to the city after lunch. Since most of the food she had actually ordered had not been delivered. Torio was training on his machines anyway and the robots did the kitchen duty. How handy to have two such cleaning-crazy helpers.

And the redheaded alien? Hichan crawled into a corner to recover. His cool, laid-back nature was a little fragile at the moment, it's not as if the aliens didn't need sleep.

So the blonde American woman set off:

"I'll be back soon and I'm going to get some cat food. Hichan will eventually need something to eat too."

As chance would have it, the two crossed paths in front of the department store. April had just gotten out of her cab when she recognized Luigi's delivery car and was happily heading for it. She was terribly worried that she had not gotten further than his pants. The foreplay was so excellent and she was so hot for the main act that she cursed Torio as soon as it appeared.

They would find a place somewhere, even if it had to be the car, in order to start undisturbed where they had left off before. She clicked her tongue expectantly and knocked on the window of the passenger door. Someone sat in it, with a cap on his head, and studied the shopping lists in his hands.

"Hello my sweet redhead", April greeted him and bent down to look through the window that was just opening.

"Suci? ... Ah April, ... how are you?" The blonde rubbed her eyes.

"I think I'm going crazy?" She reached into the car and lifted the baffled Italian's hat. "How on earth did you do that? ... Where the hell is that red hair?" she screamed so loudly into the car and gave the delivery man a terrible fright, who dropped all the notes.

"Oh mio Dio! Relax, everything is fine. ... My hair? What about my hair?" He turned to look in the rearview mirror, ran his hand over the black hair and laughed. "You mean this little bright red strand here? Is it really that bad? Ti dà fastidio? ... No idea where that came from. I just discovered it myself." He raised his shoulders ignorantly and now grinned at her seductively.

"What is it, bambino? Staring at me as if I were a ghost." He came closer and continued to whisper: "It has indeed been a while, but we can make up for all that. In poche ore?" An inviting pat on his thighs explained his thoughts. "Cosa intendi? What do you think?"

"I... eh ... don't know," the blonde stammered halfway through the window. She still seemed slightly shocked and no longer in need of love. Only when Luigi leaned over and wanted to kiss her, she retreated in horror, banging her head on the door.

"Awful ... Heaven forbid! Where were you two hours ago?" she asked angrily and rubbed her bump.

"What? Why do you ask? I do the same thing every day. I deliver goods ... Although... I had a pretty bad day today. C'erano solo problemi." April's ears were burning.

"A bad day, you say? Oh, yes, I'm sure I did. Somehow the shopping bags did not contain what I wanted," she remarked.

"Chiedo scusa? I was with you?" Luigi's eyes widened in disbelief. There was no memory of her apartment, which he already knew like the back of his hand and often stayed there overnight. But today he had not been assigned to this neighborhood. Impossible that she could have seen him.

"Today I delivered the groceries at the other end of town, and imagine that someone left a lot of tips in my car. But all the articles were missing on the rest of the tour. Everyone complained. È stato un disastro! Don't you think so?" But he didn't get an answer, because the woman was thinking hard and her forehead was wrinkled. "I'm sorry, April darling. I think I'm a little out of sorts today. My head is buzzing and I am sweating and freezing at the same time. Forse mi ammalerò, maybe I'm going to be sick or I've eaten too much chocolate? What did you mean before when you said, "I brought you something wrong today," he asked, curled up and chewed his chewing gum eagerly to mask the bitter-sweet taste in his mouth. Her clear disinterest did not increase his well-being one bit.

"Forget it! ... Luigi? ... I need cat food! There is much more to it than that." She finally came to the realization.

"Cat food? Since when did you ... But April was already on her way to the store. With big, determined steps she wanted to get to the bottom of this mysterious secret. Torio was hiding something from her. Maybe the cat? In any case it was red, ... fiery red!