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The steam from the shower filled the pink-tiled bathroom. Gisela shivered under the steady flow of warm water, then reached for the towel Lotta had placed over the edge of the bath, holding it to her face, wiping gently between her breasts.
“There’s a gown too, just put it on and come downstairs. I’ve got some coffee ready...”
She sat on the broad rim of the bath, staring at her feet, watching her toes cross and uncross.
“Alright, I’ll be down soon”
The house was large, like her own. But somehow very different. None of the modern furniture or design, all somehow staid and traditional and dark. A clock ticked loud in the hallway. She peered through half-open doors not quite sure where to turn.
“In here Gisela, in the kitchen”
They had no maid.
Lotta, in her nightgown, sat at one of the five chairs around the chequered cloth, two mugs and a plate of biscuits in front of her.
“Thank you… I…I’m sorry I hit you… I was…I…”
“Don’t Gisela. You were in shock. I know… I’m sorry too. It was awful”
“I can’t believe you live here Lotta. I never knew. I never thought…”
“What, that I might live in such a nice street?”
“No… I mean… Well, I just couldn’t have believed you lived next door to me. Did you know?”
“No. I was as shocked as you I think. It’s crazy isn’t it? I really thought I’d never see you again Gisela.”
“Kurt…my husband…He..”
“He told you not to shop at Römischer Kaiser I suppose?”
“No…no…I mean… He said…I…he said I shouldn’t go to Jewish shops…That it’s bad…That…”
Lotta drew a quiet breath. “I know…”
“It’s our store you know Gisela. My father’s. That’s why we can live here in Gustav-Adolf-Straße. We’re not all poor ringlet-wearers from the ghetto you know Gisela. Anyway… Here, have some more coffee…”
The room grew gloomy, the setting sun hiding its light behind the trees on the Gera. The two women talked on and on, their heads, damp from their showers, leaning closer. Gisela placing her fingers over Lotta’s hand. Looking into her dim eyes.
“Thank you Lotta. I feel better now… I…I’ll have to go home. Kurt will be back soon… I…”
“I know. Don’t worry. It’s been nice being with you. I’m sorry we had to discover each other again like this, but it’s been nice. Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Sure… I’m sure.”
They kissed each other twice, on the cheeks. Smiled.
“Then promise me you really will meet me again. Will you?”
“Yes. Yes Lotta, I will. I promise”.
“There’s a gown too, just put it on and come downstairs. I’ve got some coffee ready...”
She sat on the broad rim of the bath, staring at her feet, watching her toes cross and uncross.
“Alright, I’ll be down soon”
The house was large, like her own. But somehow very different. None of the modern furniture or design, all somehow staid and traditional and dark. A clock ticked loud in the hallway. She peered through half-open doors not quite sure where to turn.
“In here Gisela, in the kitchen”
They had no maid.
Lotta, in her nightgown, sat at one of the five chairs around the chequered cloth, two mugs and a plate of biscuits in front of her.
“Thank you… I…I’m sorry I hit you… I was…I…”
“Don’t Gisela. You were in shock. I know… I’m sorry too. It was awful”
“I can’t believe you live here Lotta. I never knew. I never thought…”
“What, that I might live in such a nice street?”
“No… I mean… Well, I just couldn’t have believed you lived next door to me. Did you know?”
“No. I was as shocked as you I think. It’s crazy isn’t it? I really thought I’d never see you again Gisela.”
“Kurt…my husband…He..”
“He told you not to shop at Römischer Kaiser I suppose?”
“No…no…I mean… He said…I…he said I shouldn’t go to Jewish shops…That it’s bad…That…”
Lotta drew a quiet breath. “I know…”
“It’s our store you know Gisela. My father’s. That’s why we can live here in Gustav-Adolf-Straße. We’re not all poor ringlet-wearers from the ghetto you know Gisela. Anyway… Here, have some more coffee…”
The room grew gloomy, the setting sun hiding its light behind the trees on the Gera. The two women talked on and on, their heads, damp from their showers, leaning closer. Gisela placing her fingers over Lotta’s hand. Looking into her dim eyes.
“Thank you Lotta. I feel better now… I…I’ll have to go home. Kurt will be back soon… I…”
“I know. Don’t worry. It’s been nice being with you. I’m sorry we had to discover each other again like this, but it’s been nice. Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Sure… I’m sure.”
They kissed each other twice, on the cheeks. Smiled.
“Then promise me you really will meet me again. Will you?”
“Yes. Yes Lotta, I will. I promise”.
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Chapter 5
Gisela was alone again in the villa on Gustav-Adolf-Straße. He’d been back for a few days, and she’d enjoyed that. They’d shared dinners together at home and met with friends in the city. But now he was travelling again. She really wasn’t sure what it was he did, only that it was important and that he worked for the Wilhelm-Gustloff-Stiftung, but she didn’t know what that was either. He really didn’t tell her that much. He was always busy, always travelling. But she was proud of him and enjoyed it when she heard his name mentioned at the parties she went to.
But when he was away it was just so dull. She went shopping and met girl-friends for coffee. She went to the movies. She wished she could play with Venus, but Venus was gone. Autumn had come and only the last leaves cleaved golden-yellow to the dark branches. The Gera swirled grey-blue behind the house. Days of rain alternated with the last dregs of summer’s warmth. She had nothing to do at all.
Wednesday morning. She’d showered and dressed and eaten breakfast and the maid had brought the newspaper which she’d read and now she was turning the pages of a magazine about the latest films and clothes. She might go shopping she thought. She could buy another dress for the ball at the end of the month.
She heard the phone ringing, but let the maid answer it. It was probably for Kurt, the calls usually were.
“Frau Eiswogel… It’s for you…”
“Who is it?”
“A lady. She wouldn’t say her name. She said you’d know who it was”
Gisela looked up, perplexed, her head tilting to one side.
“Oh well… Let’s see…”
She clicked over the wooden floor into the hallway.
“Hello, Gisela Eiswogel here. Who is it?”
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“Gisela… It’s me…Lotta… I’ve…I’ve missed you…”
“Lotta?”
A long pause. Gisela took the handset from her ear, holding it to her breast. Tapped her nose with a finger-tip.
“I’m sorry Lotta. It’s….I’ve been so busy…”
Another pause.
“You said we could meet again. Is that still alright Gisela? I…”
“Yes. I mean. I… well… it’s difficult Lotta…I…”
She twisted her hair between her fingers, flicked her lower lip.
“I’m not sure Lotta. My husband said I shouldn’t. I like you Lotta, but I’m not sure I should see you again.”
Silence. Then the sound of a faint sniff. Gisela imagined Lotta sitting by her phone, just yards away next door. She imagined her wiping a tear from her eye. She imagined her dark eyes under her dark, wavy hair. She imagined her soft lips.
“Lotta? Are you still there? I… I’m sorry Lotta. Yes… I… I would like to see you. But we have to be careful. I can’t see you in town… People know who I am. I can’t do that….”
She sensed Lotta thinking. She could just hear that clock ticking away in her dark hallway.
She waited.
“You…. You could come here. It’s just me here. We could talk. We could…”
“When?”
“Could you come today? Now?”
Gisela bit on her finger nail, the second finger of her left hand.
“That would be possible I think. I could do that…”
She ran her hand through her hair, pulling hard, feeling herself pull hard. She clenched her teeth and frowned.
“Yes… I could come now if that will be alright. Shall I?”
“Yes! Yes. Yes please come! I will make some coffee! I’ll put the door on the latch, just push it open!”
“Can I come through the pantry door at the back? I think that would be better…”
Another pause.
“Yes…. I suppose so… I…”
Gisela wondered what Lotta was thinking.
“I’ll unlock it now. I’m glad you said yes Gisela. Thank you. I really have missed you so much!”
“I’ll see you soon then. Bye bye Lotta. Soon, alright?”
“Yes!”
The phone clicked down. Gisela rubbed her face, her eyes. Leant back in the leather chair. Sighed.
“Lotta?”
A long pause. Gisela took the handset from her ear, holding it to her breast. Tapped her nose with a finger-tip.
“I’m sorry Lotta. It’s….I’ve been so busy…”
Another pause.
“You said we could meet again. Is that still alright Gisela? I…”
“Yes. I mean. I… well… it’s difficult Lotta…I…”
She twisted her hair between her fingers, flicked her lower lip.
“I’m not sure Lotta. My husband said I shouldn’t. I like you Lotta, but I’m not sure I should see you again.”
Silence. Then the sound of a faint sniff. Gisela imagined Lotta sitting by her phone, just yards away next door. She imagined her wiping a tear from her eye. She imagined her dark eyes under her dark, wavy hair. She imagined her soft lips.
“Lotta? Are you still there? I… I’m sorry Lotta. Yes… I… I would like to see you. But we have to be careful. I can’t see you in town… People know who I am. I can’t do that….”
She sensed Lotta thinking. She could just hear that clock ticking away in her dark hallway.
She waited.
“You…. You could come here. It’s just me here. We could talk. We could…”
“When?”
“Could you come today? Now?”
Gisela bit on her finger nail, the second finger of her left hand.
“That would be possible I think. I could do that…”
She ran her hand through her hair, pulling hard, feeling herself pull hard. She clenched her teeth and frowned.
“Yes… I could come now if that will be alright. Shall I?”
“Yes! Yes. Yes please come! I will make some coffee! I’ll put the door on the latch, just push it open!”
“Can I come through the pantry door at the back? I think that would be better…”
Another pause.
“Yes…. I suppose so… I…”
Gisela wondered what Lotta was thinking.
“I’ll unlock it now. I’m glad you said yes Gisela. Thank you. I really have missed you so much!”
“I’ll see you soon then. Bye bye Lotta. Soon, alright?”
“Yes!”
The phone clicked down. Gisela rubbed her face, her eyes. Leant back in the leather chair. Sighed.
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“Charlotte… Charlotte, I’m going out for a while. For a walk. I’ll be back in an hour or so. Can you light a fire tonight? I think it would be nice. It’s getting colder”
She closed the door, standing outside for what seemed like minutes. Her breath clouding in the chill air. She pulled her coat close, then walked slowly along the drive, looking both ways up and down the street. It was empty. Almost empty. An old lady walking away from her with a black dog. A slightly hunched dark figure. No-one else. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and stepped quickly along the driveway of No. 2, pushing past the encroaching branches of a rhododendron and along the path running by the side of the villa. She was quite out of sight. Nervously, glancing around again, she tapped on the door.
“You came!”
“Shhh… yes…yes obviously I came… now can I come in?”
Lotta pulled the door open with a creak. Gisela slid in, her eyes taking in the old cupboards painted pale green and the red-tiled floor.
“So… I’m here. Now what do we do?”
“Come on into the kitchen. I’ve made some coffee”
Gisela pulled the scarf from her hair.
“I still didn’t think you’d come. I’m so glad you did. I… I like you”
“I said I would. But… well… I’m here. I shouldn’t be. You know that Lotta. It’s…”
“Gisela. I… You’re lovely. Do you know that?”
Gisela placed her cup down carefully. Her hand reached out. Her finger touched Lotta lightly on her cheek, her palm outwards… stroking slowly down to the corner of Lotta’s lips.
“And you’re lovely too Lotta. You really are…. I …. What am I saying? I….”
“Don’t…don’t be frightened Gisela… I love you touching me… please don’t stop”
Gisela pulled her hand back, looked away.
“Lotta. I’m married. And you’re a Jew. And this cannot be happening. It's quite impossible…”
“It is happening Gisela. I think that’s why you came. I think you want it to happen too, don’t you”
Gisela’s mouth twisted in a swallowed soundless scream.
She looked back at Lotta. Stared straight into the darkness of her eyes in that dark, dim half-lit, half-shadowed kitchen. She stood. Leaned over, her hair tumbling over her face. Two hands cradling Lotta’s head. Bending over her, lifting her face. Kissing her.
She closed the door, standing outside for what seemed like minutes. Her breath clouding in the chill air. She pulled her coat close, then walked slowly along the drive, looking both ways up and down the street. It was empty. Almost empty. An old lady walking away from her with a black dog. A slightly hunched dark figure. No-one else. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and stepped quickly along the driveway of No. 2, pushing past the encroaching branches of a rhododendron and along the path running by the side of the villa. She was quite out of sight. Nervously, glancing around again, she tapped on the door.
“You came!”
“Shhh… yes…yes obviously I came… now can I come in?”
Lotta pulled the door open with a creak. Gisela slid in, her eyes taking in the old cupboards painted pale green and the red-tiled floor.
“So… I’m here. Now what do we do?”
“Come on into the kitchen. I’ve made some coffee”
Gisela pulled the scarf from her hair.
“I still didn’t think you’d come. I’m so glad you did. I… I like you”
“I said I would. But… well… I’m here. I shouldn’t be. You know that Lotta. It’s…”
“Gisela. I… You’re lovely. Do you know that?”
Gisela placed her cup down carefully. Her hand reached out. Her finger touched Lotta lightly on her cheek, her palm outwards… stroking slowly down to the corner of Lotta’s lips.
“And you’re lovely too Lotta. You really are…. I …. What am I saying? I….”
“Don’t…don’t be frightened Gisela… I love you touching me… please don’t stop”
Gisela pulled her hand back, looked away.
“Lotta. I’m married. And you’re a Jew. And this cannot be happening. It's quite impossible…”
“It is happening Gisela. I think that’s why you came. I think you want it to happen too, don’t you”
Gisela’s mouth twisted in a swallowed soundless scream.
She looked back at Lotta. Stared straight into the darkness of her eyes in that dark, dim half-lit, half-shadowed kitchen. She stood. Leaned over, her hair tumbling over her face. Two hands cradling Lotta’s head. Bending over her, lifting her face. Kissing her.
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The key clicked in the lock.
“Hello Charlotte? I’m back”
How strange it feels. I’m in my own house. In the hallway. And I feel as though I’m sneaking in. I feel somehow that I have to explain myself to my maid. She’s standing there looking at me. What’s she thinking? Does she suspect something? How could she. She’s just been cleaning and making the fire and getting dinner ready. She thinks I’ve just been for a walk. What’s odd about that? So why do I feel as though it’s her house and I am somehow the visitor?
“I’m back… Is everything alright?”
“Yes Frau Eisvogel. Everything is fine. Did you enjoy your walk?”
Why’s she looking at me like that? What’s she thinking? Does she know? Is my face giving me away somehow?
“Yes…yes… it was nice to get some fresh air. It’s turning really cold now. We may have snow early this year I think..”
It’s not working is it? Small talk. Talking about the weather. I’m trying to stay calm. Trying not to say where I’ve been or what I’ve been doing. But she knows! I’m sure she does. She’s looking at me as if she knows. She’s thinking that I’m a slut. That I should be ashamed. With a Jew! Oh what can I do? No…. She can’t know. Why should she?
“Any messages?”
“Herr Eisvogel called. He will be back later tonight, but very late. He’s in Jena he said. He said you should go on to bed without him. He said not to wait up”
“Ah… alright… Good. Then I will shower and then take dinner I think”
Did she tell him? Did she tell him that his wife is kissing and lying with a woman? Did she tell him she has been lying with a Jew? She can smell her on me, I’m sure. I must have a shower. I must wash myself. She can smell her kisses on me. She can smell her on me. She can smell the Jew. I know she can. She must have told him. No… No… I’m crazy. She’s just the maid. She’s been here all afternoon. She can’t know anything. She can’t. He can’t know. It’s not possible.
“Charlotte, can you bring me a tea with lemon. To the bathroom please. And I think dinner in an hour. Is that alright?”
“Certainly Frau Eisvogel. Shall I bring the tea straight up, or will you shower first?”
I must act quite normally. Why is she looking at me like that? She can’t know.
“Yes. Hmmm… Bring it straight up. I’ll be quick. Just put it on the dressing room table. Alright?”
She really can’t know. I know she can’t know.
“Hello Charlotte? I’m back”
How strange it feels. I’m in my own house. In the hallway. And I feel as though I’m sneaking in. I feel somehow that I have to explain myself to my maid. She’s standing there looking at me. What’s she thinking? Does she suspect something? How could she. She’s just been cleaning and making the fire and getting dinner ready. She thinks I’ve just been for a walk. What’s odd about that? So why do I feel as though it’s her house and I am somehow the visitor?
“I’m back… Is everything alright?”
“Yes Frau Eisvogel. Everything is fine. Did you enjoy your walk?”
Why’s she looking at me like that? What’s she thinking? Does she know? Is my face giving me away somehow?
“Yes…yes… it was nice to get some fresh air. It’s turning really cold now. We may have snow early this year I think..”
It’s not working is it? Small talk. Talking about the weather. I’m trying to stay calm. Trying not to say where I’ve been or what I’ve been doing. But she knows! I’m sure she does. She’s looking at me as if she knows. She’s thinking that I’m a slut. That I should be ashamed. With a Jew! Oh what can I do? No…. She can’t know. Why should she?
“Any messages?”
“Herr Eisvogel called. He will be back later tonight, but very late. He’s in Jena he said. He said you should go on to bed without him. He said not to wait up”
“Ah… alright… Good. Then I will shower and then take dinner I think”
Did she tell him? Did she tell him that his wife is kissing and lying with a woman? Did she tell him she has been lying with a Jew? She can smell her on me, I’m sure. I must have a shower. I must wash myself. She can smell her kisses on me. She can smell her on me. She can smell the Jew. I know she can. She must have told him. No… No… I’m crazy. She’s just the maid. She’s been here all afternoon. She can’t know anything. She can’t. He can’t know. It’s not possible.
“Charlotte, can you bring me a tea with lemon. To the bathroom please. And I think dinner in an hour. Is that alright?”
“Certainly Frau Eisvogel. Shall I bring the tea straight up, or will you shower first?”
I must act quite normally. Why is she looking at me like that? She can’t know.
“Yes. Hmmm… Bring it straight up. I’ll be quick. Just put it on the dressing room table. Alright?”
She really can’t know. I know she can’t know.
Wow three episodes in one day.....PK is not only prolific, but maintains (no heightens, if that could be possible) the emotional tempo of the unfolding drama....Wow again PK...keep 'em coming please!
Geeze PK....no sooner do I praise you for posting 3 in one day....and you slap another one up.....Wow again!
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It could have been the sound of the bedsheets moving, or the very faint creak of a spring, or the faded scent of aftershave and cigar smoke. She twisted slightly, her eyes opening.
“Schhhh darling…schhhh… go back to sleep darling…”
“Kurt?”
“Of course Kurt…Who else should it be?”
Who else? Who did he think? Did he know? How could he know?
Gisela slipped her arm over his shoulder, pulled herself towards him, buried her face in his chest, felt the warmth of his breath in her hair.
“Kurt… I’ve missed you so so much… You have no idea… I love you Kurt… Kiss me…”
She lifted herself onto him, her legs straddling his body. Tugged the sheets away, pushing them backwards with her feet, lifting herself on her elbows. Her breasts over his face, her nipples grazing his lips, rocking slowly to-and-fro, feeling his muscles tense beneath her. Blinded by a cloud of red curls, dark in the black night. Unseeing, just sensing, feeling. Feeling dampness creep over her, run from her mouth, into his mouth. Sliding down, over him. Pulling the sheets up again, her nose playing with him, turning little circles; her mouth turning tight circles. Hearing. Listening. Pushing her hair away, lifting green eyes to focus on his. Descending. Rising and falling. Moaning.
“Schhhh darling…schhhh… go back to sleep darling…”
“Kurt?”
“Of course Kurt…Who else should it be?”
Who else? Who did he think? Did he know? How could he know?
Gisela slipped her arm over his shoulder, pulled herself towards him, buried her face in his chest, felt the warmth of his breath in her hair.
“Kurt… I’ve missed you so so much… You have no idea… I love you Kurt… Kiss me…”
She lifted herself onto him, her legs straddling his body. Tugged the sheets away, pushing them backwards with her feet, lifting herself on her elbows. Her breasts over his face, her nipples grazing his lips, rocking slowly to-and-fro, feeling his muscles tense beneath her. Blinded by a cloud of red curls, dark in the black night. Unseeing, just sensing, feeling. Feeling dampness creep over her, run from her mouth, into his mouth. Sliding down, over him. Pulling the sheets up again, her nose playing with him, turning little circles; her mouth turning tight circles. Hearing. Listening. Pushing her hair away, lifting green eyes to focus on his. Descending. Rising and falling. Moaning.
RR's right, PK crafts these.
She paints a picture of Gisela's anxiety.....second finger of the left hand....your hand automatically goes to your mouth, and PK's work is done, a picture painted as vividly as if she'd spent a week on an oil painting.
Wonderful writing, PK!
She paints a picture of Gisela's anxiety.....second finger of the left hand....your hand automatically goes to your mouth, and PK's work is done, a picture painted as vividly as if she'd spent a week on an oil painting.
Wonderful writing, PK!
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So.... a bit more of Chapter 5..... And I am starting with a bit of a rework of the last paragraph.... I woke up at 5am and something was gnawing at my mind.... And I knew what it was... "Moaning" was just no way to end.... I just had to get those words that had been swirling in my head all through the early hours onto paper... I think it makes it better, but you will judge...
Somehow I missed this one last Friday....gahhhhh....the description in the last paragraph....so real, so breath-taking... descending, rising and falling, moaning....can feel it as though it's real.
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She lifted herself onto him, her legs straddling his body. Tugged the sheets away, pushing them backwards with her feet, lifting herself on her elbows. Her breasts over his face, her nipples grazing his lips, rocking slowly to-and-fro, feeling his muscles tense beneath her. Blinded by a cloud of red curls, dark in the black night. Unseeing, just sensing, feeling. Feeling dampness creep over her, run from her mouth, into his mouth. Sliding down, over him. Pulling the sheets up again, her nose playing with him, turning little circles; her mouth turning tight circles. Hearing. Listening. Pushing her hair away, lifting green eyes to focus on his. Descending. Rising and falling. Staccato-gasping back-arching head-throwing arm-splaying sweat-drowning screams and the silence of soft breathing.
Gisela paused over the dining table, adjusting very slightly the silver place setting. Her face reflected obliquely in the bowl of a spoon, her red hair pinned up. Her finger moved slowly to the soft part of her ear, teasing the little emerald drop. She smiled. It was just a small party. Just two guests. One of Kurt’s colleagues from the Stiftung and his wife.
“Charlotte, is everything ready?”
“Yes Frau Eisvogel, shall I open the champagne yet?”
“No, wait. As soon as they arrive, but you can open the red wine now”
Did she know? She was sure she knew something.
The door-bell rang. Gisela adjusted her black dress and looked at herself in the hall mirror. She heard the faint pop of the bottle opening as the guests entered.
Kisses exchanged. Willi and Elke. They seemed nice. About the same age. She was blonde and could be called pretty. He was tall and possibly good looking. The glasses clinked. Kurt settled at the piano and chatted as he played. The girls leaned at one end and compared their outfits.
Dinner was enjoyable. They talked about holidays and plans and houses and the other things that people talk about at dinners. Charlotte served the food and poured the wine and they all became a little bit tipsy and the jokes were enjoyable and they laughed and smiled.
“Well ladies, I am afraid we must desert you for a little while. I have a few things to discuss with Willi in my study. Will you forgive us? Charlotte, could you bring the whisky through please? And the cigars?”
They smiled, rose and left, Kurt stooping to kiss Gisela on the top of her head.
“So, just us two then… Charlotte, could you get us another bottle of wine please, and then you can go upstairs… You can clear tomorrow, alright?”
Gisela poured two full glasses of the Bordeaux. The lamp over the table shone a deep jewel red through the wine. She lifted her glass to her lips.
“Well, Elke, I think I am just a little bit tipsy… It’s been nice hasn’t it?”
“The food was delicious Gisela…I’ve enjoyed it… I wonder how long they’ll be… I am so tired now…”
“You know the men, once they start talking business it can go on forever… Have you any idea what they do Elke?”
“Not really. Willi’s always busy, travelling here, there and everywhere. Anyway, I don’t really care. He never tells me much, and really I’m not so interested. Are you?”
“No… I’m not… I miss him when he’s away… I…. I… Well…You know…”
“You mean you miss having him in bed don’t you! I know what you mean. Is he good Gisela? In bed?”
“Yes… I… Well, yes he is. How is Willi?”
“Well… we have fun… He… he’s quite exciting sometimes…”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… I… please don’t tell anyone…but… he likes to have me tied up… He ties me to the bed… He says it excites him… I…”
“Don’t you mind?”
“No… I actually find it…hmmm… exciting too. Haven’t you ever done anything, well, not usual?”
Gisela took a long deep sip, drawing a finger over her lips, playing with the emerald ear-rings…
“So… promise me too… Not with Kurt, but I have done something very exciting… I…”
“Yes…I promise Gisi, what was it?”
“Well, and you really must never tell Willi, and I don’t know how it happened…but…but I kissed a girl… and… I touched her… Have you ever..?”
“Gisi! That’s…. Well… I mean I’ve looked at girls…but… No, never! I don’t think I could!.... What….what was it…”
“What was it like? It was very special. I mean I haven’t turned into a lesbian or something… I mean I still love Kurt and I want him all the time… but… well… It was…deep…special… I…. I…”
“So who is she Gisela?”
“I…. I can’t say that… It has to be my secret… But the more I think about her, the more I…”
“Ladies! We’re done! I hope it hasn’t been too boring without us…”
Elke looked at Gisela and pouted a smile.
“It was nice. But I’m very tired. It was a lovely evening Kurt, but I think we need to go now… Is that alright Willi?”
Gisela paused over the dining table, adjusting very slightly the silver place setting. Her face reflected obliquely in the bowl of a spoon, her red hair pinned up. Her finger moved slowly to the soft part of her ear, teasing the little emerald drop. She smiled. It was just a small party. Just two guests. One of Kurt’s colleagues from the Stiftung and his wife.
“Charlotte, is everything ready?”
“Yes Frau Eisvogel, shall I open the champagne yet?”
“No, wait. As soon as they arrive, but you can open the red wine now”
Did she know? She was sure she knew something.
The door-bell rang. Gisela adjusted her black dress and looked at herself in the hall mirror. She heard the faint pop of the bottle opening as the guests entered.
Kisses exchanged. Willi and Elke. They seemed nice. About the same age. She was blonde and could be called pretty. He was tall and possibly good looking. The glasses clinked. Kurt settled at the piano and chatted as he played. The girls leaned at one end and compared their outfits.
Dinner was enjoyable. They talked about holidays and plans and houses and the other things that people talk about at dinners. Charlotte served the food and poured the wine and they all became a little bit tipsy and the jokes were enjoyable and they laughed and smiled.
“Well ladies, I am afraid we must desert you for a little while. I have a few things to discuss with Willi in my study. Will you forgive us? Charlotte, could you bring the whisky through please? And the cigars?”
They smiled, rose and left, Kurt stooping to kiss Gisela on the top of her head.
“So, just us two then… Charlotte, could you get us another bottle of wine please, and then you can go upstairs… You can clear tomorrow, alright?”
Gisela poured two full glasses of the Bordeaux. The lamp over the table shone a deep jewel red through the wine. She lifted her glass to her lips.
“Well, Elke, I think I am just a little bit tipsy… It’s been nice hasn’t it?”
“The food was delicious Gisela…I’ve enjoyed it… I wonder how long they’ll be… I am so tired now…”
“You know the men, once they start talking business it can go on forever… Have you any idea what they do Elke?”
“Not really. Willi’s always busy, travelling here, there and everywhere. Anyway, I don’t really care. He never tells me much, and really I’m not so interested. Are you?”
“No… I’m not… I miss him when he’s away… I…. I… Well…You know…”
“You mean you miss having him in bed don’t you! I know what you mean. Is he good Gisela? In bed?”
“Yes… I… Well, yes he is. How is Willi?”
“Well… we have fun… He… he’s quite exciting sometimes…”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… I… please don’t tell anyone…but… he likes to have me tied up… He ties me to the bed… He says it excites him… I…”
“Don’t you mind?”
“No… I actually find it…hmmm… exciting too. Haven’t you ever done anything, well, not usual?”
Gisela took a long deep sip, drawing a finger over her lips, playing with the emerald ear-rings…
“So… promise me too… Not with Kurt, but I have done something very exciting… I…”
“Yes…I promise Gisi, what was it?”
“Well, and you really must never tell Willi, and I don’t know how it happened…but…but I kissed a girl… and… I touched her… Have you ever..?”
“Gisi! That’s…. Well… I mean I’ve looked at girls…but… No, never! I don’t think I could!.... What….what was it…”
“What was it like? It was very special. I mean I haven’t turned into a lesbian or something… I mean I still love Kurt and I want him all the time… but… well… It was…deep…special… I…. I…”
“So who is she Gisela?”
“I…. I can’t say that… It has to be my secret… But the more I think about her, the more I…”
“Ladies! We’re done! I hope it hasn’t been too boring without us…”
Elke looked at Gisela and pouted a smile.
“It was nice. But I’m very tired. It was a lovely evening Kurt, but I think we need to go now… Is that alright Willi?”
I thought moaning was pretty good....but who can argue with: "Staccato-gasping back-arching head-throwing arm-splaying sweat-drowning screams and the silence of soft breathing."
