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Last Liaison in Lyon

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He seemed a bit uncertain when he left despite all my reassurances, not to mention giving him the fuck of his dreary life.
Dreary? Dreary? That's all a cover, the nerdy engineer, the man of duty...
“But the train ... “
Did Hitler make the trains run on time?
“You bastard! Get away from my sweet Barta!” roared Schwarz, barging in like a madman, grabbing Klaus by the shoulders and flinging the poor startled fellow violently to the floor, after which Schwarz began to kick him in the ribs.
Oh, young love...
“Get them dressed and over to a cell in the Hotel Silber.
What is with these Gestapo and their hotels? Does Himmler own a chain of them?
It was all so depressing. I had failed miserably ... the mission wrecked ... all because I had managed to gain the unwanted attentions and then the ire of a sex-crazed Gestapo chief.
A familiar tale...
The walls were a dingy institutional gray. Furnishings consisted of a few straight back chairs, ominously equipped with arm and leg restraints, and a large gray steel desk. But these meager furnishings were far overshadowed by the glaring fact that the room was otherwise equipped with a full complement of the instruments of torture.
That will knock this hotel down a star or two on Trip Advisor
“Ordinary German housewives, my dear Barta, do not know how to do things like that.
That's an insult to all German housewives
“I said leave her!” he commanded, clearly taking charge.
About time!!!
 
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“Something tells me that you are not Barta Moser. Do you know what it is that tells me so? It’s that move you used to throw me into the mirror at Olga’s,” he said evenly and thoughtfully,
FOR FUTURE REFERENCE, IF THERE IS A FUTURE, DON'T HIT THE GESTAPO KOMISSAR. ;) THIS ISN'T A VERY NICE ROOM. PEOPLE ALWAYS GET IN TROUBLE IN THESE DISMAL PLACES.

And then with a deafening roar and horrific concussion, the Hotel Silber took a direct hit. Everyone around me was thrown to the floor. Huge rifts opened on the ceiling, the lights went out and masonry and ceiling beams came crashing down.
DEPENDING ON YOUR PERSPECTIVE, THAT MIGHT BE A LUCKY BREAK. I EXPECT I HAVE A FEW THINGS TO DO AND, ER, PEOPLE TO SEE...FOR A MOMENT OR TWO. IF YOU'RE NOT ON MY AGENDA, RUNNING AWAY NOW WOULD BE ADVISABLE.
SCHÄUMEND:rolleyes:

"Der Anblick ihrer schäumenden Brüste warf ihn völlig nieder"
(The sight of her tumescent breasts knocked him down completely)


Does not sound bad, isn't it? Imagine, we would read such lines all day, if the language of this forum had been German! :D
Oh sure, but for me that's a bit like always hearing Goethe talk about sex. ;) :rolleyes: :doh: Did Goethe ever wax poetic about sex? I should check.
 
Would you believe me if I told you that this matter is the most discussed topic on the yearly Munich Oktoberfest?:susurro:
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It is easier to talk about that 'Mit einem Glas schaumenden Bier'!:Saeufer:

FDE2F0E0-5632-4301-A612-5D8CDEAC5046.jpeg Couple of typical Goethe discussants?
 
Maybe "Last Liaison in Lyon" ?:jaja-no:
Right, getting back to that...
One of them immediately grasped me by the throat and slammed me against the corridor wall. A blast of beery breath assaulted my nose as he pinned me there while his partner cut away my bra and panties with a stiletto knife ... all part of what I knew from my SOE training to be a deliberate process of intimidation.
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A "re-master" of an image I did earlier (2015, I think).
 
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Why else would he have been so kind to tie up that poor naked girl next to the heater?:firedevil:

Compassion? :confused:

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The cruelty of the Gestapo is a myth. In reality, Gestapo men were cultured, polite, well behaving professionals, devoted familiy men, who liked Beethoven and Mozart and discussing the works of Goethe. :devil:

After long hours of hard, exhausting work performing gentle, compassionate interrogations :rolleyes:
 
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