My gorgeous Ivy woke up with blue nose in Sunday morning. She looked cute and funny in the same time. When my Prince and I smooched with her we had to be careful to not to touch her nose for it hurt her. When she practiced martial arts with him she asked him to try to hit her head during the sparring. He didn’t want to do it at first, but when she told him that it will help her to concentrate harder on defense, he accepted although he didn’t use his full speed. I admired her courage. There was a big risk that she wouldn’t be able to block his strike or to avoid it, but she was willing to risk it. I don’t have such boldness and courage as she and my Prince have. They are my crazy blondes. But I love them. Thank heavens she didn’t receive any punch in the face for both of them were very careful.

Of course our parents had to ask what happened to her nose and since she doesn’t lie and she didn’t want to say complete truth either, she said that she is paying the price for being careless during the training. She knew if she says the truth, our parents will start to lecturing them about being more careful and similar things and they wanted to avoid it. My mom had “that” look again and she invited me into the kitchen to talk to me. She was afraid that Ivy provoked him again and that he lost his temper. She felt relieved when I told her the true reminding her that my Prince doesn't easy loose his temper; only when we foolishly jeopardize our lives and when he is scared for our safety. She was glad to hear it and she didn’t tell the others she knows what happened. They saw that my Prince is very tensed, but they didn’t asked questions for they knew it’s related to the heat and that questioning him more about it can only make his condition worse and he might leave the house. So, they didn’t stay long. When they left, my Ivy talked to Antonio about her studying for body guard and she complimented Prince’s enormous help. She also mentioned to him his extremely tensed condition, the accident that happened during the sparring and asked him for advice. Knowing my Prince, he said that he has solution for his problem.

One hour later he came with two his workers with big boxing/kicking bag and they installed it in our balcony. He said it is a gift for him and Ivy. When he saw Ivy’s swollen and big nose he laughed. Ivy was sitting in his lap and she pinched his cheeks pretending to be angry on him for laughing at her. He said that she is very beautiful and he loves her no matter how she looks like. They had cold bear and they left. My Prince spent almost two hours kicking the bag very hard and with full power until he finally calmed. Kicking the kick bag was very effective steaming off negative energy tool for my Prince. We just discovered the new “cure” for his stress and extreme tensions when nothing else helps. Anyway, the kick bag became their powerful tool that they used for leg kicking, fist punching and elbow striking. The “limiter” that held them back was removed. They don’t have to fear any more that they will hurt each other when sparring because now they use full power and strength of their kicks and punches on kick bag. Sparring serves them now only to “renew” what they have learned and to boost the speed of attacks and blocks. They both like the "Boyka undisputed" movies. The guy who plays the role of Boyka is their martial arts model. They imitate his fighting skill. Thanks to him, my Prince improved his leg technique and he can do few very good tricky leg kicks. My Ivy is good too, but not that much as my Prince although she I natural born fighter. Anyway, everything returned to normal. We spent the whole day on the beach, swimming and fucking in the sea and the laughter returned to our house again. My Prince was “extra” gentle toward Ivy for he, thou not being sad any more, still blames himself for the accident. He was true angel. He carried the meals, beverages and other things to our beach and he served us like queens. He carried my Ivy and me home up to the hill again on his shoulder and he panted much less afterwards which was the sign of improvement of his strength and condition. Instead of having kinky sex in Saturday night, we had it in Sunday. My Ivy and I dressed in nurses’ uniforms and my Prince was extremely aroused. The high temperature increased his arousal and we had incredible sex with 3 orgasms. We fucked so hard and good what we hadn’t have strength to dress off and take the shower. We did it after the sleep.

When we came to the work in Monday it was total *“ludnica” (*expression for organized chaos, good time, crowd, fun and busyness. In original sense it is the madhouse). For us it was busyness. When my Ivy was asked what happened to her nose first few times she said: accident. Later on it bothers her that people asked her same question all the time and she replied:

- That happens to the people when they stick their nose where doesn’t belong to.

Knowing my Ivy’s temper nobody asked further questions. Only close friends like Fran, Lidija and Guy 3 knew real cause.

My Prince received the tasks list and duties on our executive board meeting. He and Ivy were all over the Hotel. I had a normal working tempo. So, besides going from one department to another solving technical, relationship and other problems, checking season workers’ rooms and inventory, he had to discipline some season workers, talk to the chiefs of departments, having rehearsals with hotel band and so on and so on. After preventing potential thievery and dismissing the thief and his two companions (season workers) yesterday, my luvs got a new nickname: The Gestapo couple. Season workers gave it to them out of menace. They didn’t like their persistence on discipline and order and being under constant control. We had a good laugh in Prince’s office today after the sex during the large break. Lidija, Tina, Guy 3 and Fran were with us. Fran told us this:

- After Prince’s reaction and action on certain mischief in "xxx" departments I discreetly checked if they did what they have been told to do. I accidentally heard one of the workers complaining to his colleagues: “I fucking hate those two blondes …. What is this place anyway? I’ll tell ya: it's fucking concentration camp, not the hotel …. Constant rooms and inventory checking, disciplinary measurements, warnings, cutting off the wages …… Fuck it! …… And their look; tall, blond, black suites, Bluetooth …… They look like Gestapo …… Yeah, that’s what they are: fucking Gestapo couple!”

Fran (to us): Everyone blasted in laughter approving his words. I had to giggle too because (teasing Prince and Ivy) - you two looks like Gestapo … In one other occasion I heard one girl whispering to someone: “Hurry up! Gestapo couple is coming!

We all laughed hard. My luvs weren’t offended by that nickname. They took it as the compliment because they showed to the workers that they will not allow chaos, thievery, laziness and any other misdoings. Indeed, thanks to my Prince, we had zero extra expenses after last summer season. He returned order and discipline in the Hotel. Anyway, I worked till 16:00 and they had to stay longer doing various jobs. But, when they came home, we didn’t skip or miss any of our routine. Seeing them busy and checking their schedule I noticed they will be working in Saturday too. I talked to my boss. I told him how we have a good teams this year and very trustworthy workers who can take the burdens of the job instead of my Prince although some things are only his domains because he has very high reputation and the authority. Then I asked him to intervene in the case if they will be needed in Sunday and to forbid my Prince coming to the work. I told him that he knows how much my Prince is responsible and he wouldn’t reject any work or to help and he smilingly said that he will intervene if that happens and let us have free weekends, especially Sundays. He also chuckled when he heard their new nickname. He didn’t take it as something bad, but good, complimenting my Prince’s good work and efforts in maintaining the order and discipline. So, “The Gestapo couple” nickname that my luvs got out of menace became their complimentary nickname. Fran called them that because he loves to tease my Prince, but some team members called them Gestapo out of affection.

I will close my diary now. My Ivy and I studying hard for Friday’s exams. My Prince is helping her with studying a lot and they always have great time. After the work I came home to finish this diary while my luvs are still working. They will come home around 19:00. I will wait for them with nice fruit supper. Hope I won’t drop the knife on my foot. LOL.