As I walk through the elegant gilded doors, Wagner fills my ears and for the first time that day, my soul. The bandage is off my face and a scar runs the length of my left jaw. I studied it in the mirror for hours, trying to decide how I felt about it. I was ashamed that von Schilling had given it to me, but finally I decided it made my visage a bit more ominous; better for doing my job with
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I am positively jubilant tonight! I must have a dance with one of these lovely ladies!
The Fuhrer has his speech and we all heil with respect and enthusiasm. I glance over at Erich and he is practically transfixed by the man! I laugh to myself, the Fuhrer is indeed mesmerizing, but he is not one to sway me so utterly and completely. What I do, I do for my country!
I look around, a huge grin on my face. Oh! What a dazzling woman! I feel the alcohol loosening the ice water in my veins. Ah, is she not the one from that posh nightclub? The singer everyone talks about? I grin at her, raising my glass in her direction.
I am practically bursting with excitement! Every inch of my body is filled with a giddy nervousness. It reminded me of the first time I marched in the parade and Hauser pulled me aside to calm me down. I am so glad I have him here with me tonight! I wish I didn't get so nervous, but I couldn't help it
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A man walks in and announces the presence of the Fuhrer and butterflies churn in my stomach with intensity! We stand tall and proud and sieg heil his presence. I can't believe I am seeing the Fuhrer in person! He speaks and his voice fills my ears and my nervousness fades away. He has made me strong for this night! I am truly a man of this proud German Reich!
I see the starry eyed young German officer staring at the dias. Dear Lord! That's the red head who nearly died from being thrown. Who is she? Sitting with Hitler? Maybe the young man knows. I sidle up to him. "Hello there. Do you know who the flame crested bird up there is?"
I am startled and I jump back a bit, the drink almost sloshing from my hand. He has a strange accent, but a handsome face. I am only a bit off-guard. "Um, yes, I believe I heard her name as the Pfalzgrafin von Steinberg. And something else too, her name is quite long." I wince a little at my uncertainty. "Why are you asking?"
I arrive in my clean attire and stroll through the rooms seeing officers I've worked under and that I've heard of. It is quite a gathering tonight indeed. I am not pleased with my tardiness due to my misplacing of my invitation, which I came to discover may have fallen into someone else's hands. I rarely lose things so when I do, I become quite suspicious.
I notice the Obergruppenführer walking about nodding to those he passes and recognizes, the HJ choir preparing themselves, but no one I care to approach. A shame I missed the Fuhrer's welcoming speech.
I feel a woman brush past me and I turn my head to catch a glimpse of more than a sparkling dress. Our eyes meet. I squint a bit having possibly seen her face before for it seems familiar.
I sneak up behind my little niblet. "Hello my dear." My finger traces the cleft of her buttocks. "I'm glad you received my invitation. I want you to have fun, because I want to watch you play." I lean in so my breath hits her ear. "But fuck another man, and I think you can guess what I will do to him."
but I go quiet ridged at that comment. "I... Why could I want too Heydrich?" I touch his cheek bone gentley .. "Gruppen fuhrer, I'm not intrested in any one else"
I slide up to the arrogant looking man. "Guten Abend, Herr." and slide a copy of "der Angriff" into his hand. Yes, I am the master at disseminating propaganda.
I stare at the back of the man, my eyes burning holes into his suit. How dare he so easily discard my gift! I am ruffled... yes, quite a bit. Where is Dr. Goebbels? I must inform him of this immediately! I storm off in a huff...
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I see the two handsome SS Men.
The Young one.
The Older one.
It gives me many thoughts.
Only a few of them are legal in this country.
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The Fuhrer has his speech and we all heil with respect and enthusiasm. I glance over at Erich and he is practically transfixed by the man! I laugh to myself, the Fuhrer is indeed mesmerizing, but he is not one to sway me so utterly and completely. What I do, I do for my country!
I look around, a huge grin on my face. Oh! What a dazzling woman! I feel the alcohol loosening the ice water in my veins. Ah, is she not the one from that posh nightclub? The singer everyone talks about? I grin at her, raising my glass in her direction.
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I wink at the officer.
Now I carry on my way.
I am not a hunter, but prey.
I run until I let them catch me.
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I notice the Obergruppenführer walking about nodding to those he passes and recognizes, the HJ choir preparing themselves, but no one I care to approach. A shame I missed the Fuhrer's welcoming speech.
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I spy an exquisite specimen.
He has shoulders I might care to vault.
I move passed him; my shoulder brushing his arm.
I turn and meet his eyes.
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I meet the gaze of the handsome officer.
He is bold.
I like that.
My gaze travels down his form and back up again.
I do like that.
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I'm only a typist really. but what the hell!
I wonder I, In my best black velvet dress
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I pause.
"And to you."
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but I go quiet ridged at that comment.
"I... Why could I want too Heydrich?"
I touch his cheek bone gentley ..
"Gruppen fuhrer, I'm not intrested in any one else"
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I miss my new friend. I find myself wandering relentlessly, looking for amusement.
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