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Some say this even won-him the election and could ultimaitely ruin his presidency as soon as next year. The good news is everyone has access to the same stuff that will give you an edge in life. Wednesday Special Report http://www.sezenim.com/1i186PU353hD9fhxivLKhFxivLKhzilsf3e/aloe-subdirectories Entering your preference on this page will confirm your dismissal from our database of friendshttp://www.sezenim.com/6298M6p35R4CZr9fWxivLKhFxivLKhzilsSf4/boar-pulsate 1214 S. Andrews Ave, Fort. Lauderdale FL 33316 Cut out your email from our index by confirming your name now http://www.sezenim.com/journalizing-approval/468.89s355nY*9f.xivLKhFxivLKhzilsb7f Ruth Neiland # 942 Olympia Ave Ventura Ca 93004-2219 My sister is in the Lebensborn Program. I am not curious about them. I am curious about you. He sucked his teeth. They moved in circles on the floor. A woman with peacock feathers in her silver hair wriggled her nose when they bumped elbows. Elsie swallowed hard. Her head reeled. She was a loyal German, but how else could she prove her allegiance? All she had was her word. Kremers uniform stank of sweat and cigarettes. Champagne bubbles came up her throat. She wanted to slap him, to cry out for Josef, but the sharp pins of Kremers Security Police uniform reminded her of the possible consequences, not just for herself but also for her family. So she gulped down the sourness. The song ended. The quartet removed their bows from the strings, stood and bowed. Here you are, . Startled, Elsie jumped and knocked the glass from Josefs hand; effervescent wine fizzed over them. Im sorry. She wiped droplets from his uniform lapels. The starch kept them from soaking in. Her dress was not so fortunate. The champagne streaked the ivory hemline. No harm. Josef took her arm. The buttons of his coat strained against his portly stomach. Despite herself, Elsie recalled Muttis advice and forced a dainty laugh. He was Josefs comrade, after all. She wanted him to like her. So she did as he instructed and drank again, attempting to finish the glass and be done entirely. Prost! It looks like youve got yourself a strong fräulein, said Kremer. How about a dance while Josef gets you another? Elsie held Josefs gaze. Im not very good, she said. No matter. Kremer took Elsie by the elbow and led her to the dance floor. I promise to go slow. He pulled her close and placed one hand on the small of her back while clasping her gloved fingers. His stiff uniform pushed the dresss crystals into her skin, a thousand nails tacking them together. Elsie looked over her shoulder at Josef. He smiled and lifted her empty glass. When he turned to call the waiter, Kremer slid his hand down the back of her chiffon. Elsie pulled away. Her cheeks flushed hot. Herr Kremer! He grabbed her hand and yanked her forcefully against him. Hush. Its a party. Dont cause a scene, fräulein. He smiled a toothy grin and spun her deeper into the dancing crowd. I wanted to speak with you privately. You see, there are those who find it odd that someone of Josefs stature would take up with the uneducated daughter of a common baker when there are far superior options, including your own sister. She winced at his mention of her academic record. While Hazel had attended Gymnasium and graduated at the top of her class, Elsie had stopped early of graduation from Hauptschule to work fulltime in the bakery. Though shed just met Major Kremer, he obviously had great knowledge of her and her family. There are so many spies these days. Everyone suspects beautiful, new faces. He leaned in and examined her face uncomfortably close, his hot breath like rotten eggs. Elsie sharply turned her cheek. My family has known Josef for years. Ja, and who knows how many secrets you have already gathered to pass on to our enemies. I am not a spy! she hissed. My papa bakes bread for the Nazi headquarters in Garmisch. The lights ran together, and she gripped Josefs arm to keep steady. There, there. He patted her hand. Just smile. She did as he said. The door of the lodge swung open and strains of violins cut the wind. Inside, the doorman took her cape. Exposed to the lamplight, the crystal beads cast miniature rainbows against Josefs uniform. Heil Hitler, Josef! greeted a stocky man with a poof of a mustache above his lip, and the remnants of some sticky food caught in the sprout. Elsie wondered what other bits might be lodged there and tried to hide her repulsion. Who is this? he asked. May I present Fräulein Elsie Schmidt. Josef clicked his heels. And this is Major Günther Kremer of the SiPo. Elsie nodded. A pleasure. Kremer turned to Josef. Charming. He winked. Günther and I have known each other for many years. He was one of my men in Munich. Is Frau Kremer here tonight? Ja, ja. Somewhere. He waved over his shoulder. No doubt discussing her pewter spoons or some such nonsense. Shall we have a drink? Down a corridor lined with Nazi flags and fir trees covered in candied fruits, they followed Kremer as he chatted about the wine and food and glitterati in attendance. Elsie wasnt listening, too caught up by the brilliance of the scene. It was everything shed dreamed, exactly like the lavish ballrooms and festive parties in the Hollywood films of her youth. Her pulse raced. Oh, how she wanted this world: Josefs world of power, prestige, and uncensored euphoria. It dripped off everyone and everything in the room, like fruit glaze on a strawberry tart. For this moment, the dust of the baking board and black cinders of the oven were forgotten; the smudge of labored coins and soiled ration coupons in her palm, washed clean. By Josefs side, she could pretend to be one of them, a royal princess of the Third Reich. She could pretend the world outside this place wasnt full of hunger and fear. The corridor opened to the grand banquet hall. At the base, Mutti, dressed in her best edelweissembroidered dirndl, swept crumbs out of sight. The rough broom bristled the burnished floor. I doubt Josefs attention will be on the doppelback crumbs. Leave the mice a Christmas present. Mutti stopped sweeping when she saw her and put a fist to her hip. Ach ja, youll stand up well with all those fine s this evening. Freilich! Papa came from the kitchen. Youll make Josef proud. He put an arm around Muttis shoulder, and she eased into his side. I promised Hazel Id send a photograph, explained Elsie. Papa went to find the Bosley camera. Mutti adjusted the folds of her hooded cape. Be sure to laugh at his jokes, she said. Men always like that. And trytry to be temperate. The führer praises this in women. Elsie groaned. I know, I know. Now stop fussing at me, Mutti. Please, , try. Elsie yanked away. Papa, did you find it? she called out. Mutti kept on, Dont act like a gypsy or Jewessunpredictable spirits. Remember your sister in the Program. Remember the bäckerei. Herr Hub has been so generous. She cleared her throat. Wed be as bad off as the rest if it wasnt for his kindness. Look at Herr Kaufmann. The Gestapo came in the middle of the day and packed him off to one of those camps. And all he did was refuse to have his son join the Deutsches Jungvolk. The timbered lodge was ornamented with heartcarved balconies and colorful frescoes depicting shepherds in lederhosen, jeweled baronesses, and angels with widespread wings. From each window, redandblack swastika flags joined their flight, fluttering in the alpine breeze. Cascading lights had been masterfully strung over the snow, illuminating icicles and casting a stunning corona about the structure. Its frosted eaves looked like piped sugar on a lebkuchen. A fairytale gingerbread house. Right off the pages of the Brothers Grimm. You are beautiful. Josef laid his palm on Elsies knee. His warmth emanated through the wool cape and chiffon dress. The driver opened the door. A burgundy carpet had been placed over the snow to keep the attendees from slipping or ruining the shine of their boots. Josef took Elsies hand and helped her from the cab. She hurried to step out and let the swathe of ivory and crystal gems hide her feet. Although Josef had purchased her dress, she had no shoes to match. Reluctantly, shed borrowed Muttis nicest pair of black Tstraps, which still looked worn after an hour of buffing. Josef took her gloved hand and threaded it through the crook of his arm. You shouldnt be nervous, he consoled. Not with such a pretty German face. They will love you the moment they see you. He touched her cheek with a leathergloved finger. Her stomach jumpedthe same lurch she felt when the pretzels were a minute from baking to brick. She knew exactly what to do then, rush to pull them from the fire and cool by the window. But here, dressed like a film star, she hadnt a clue. So she took a deep breath. The smell of burning pine air stung her nose. Her eyes watered. Long white tables striped the floor with silver candelabras at each fourth chair. A string quartet sat on a platform, their bows moving back and forth in perfect unison. Couples spun in slow circles on the dance floor like miniature figures on clock gears. The men wore SS uniforms, a background pattern of tan dress coats and beet red armbands. The women highlighted the scene in vibrant dress shades, plum and apricot, orange and cucumber greena harvest of young and old. A fleshy brunette in a scarlet lamé dress examined Elsie from head to toe, pausing at her feet. Elsie followed her gaze to the toe of Muttis Tstrap. She quickly scooted it back under the hem. A waiter approached with a tray of bubbling blond flutes. Josef handed one to Elsie. Here you are. I always keep my word. But be careful. One never knows the effect of champagne until youve tried it. Champagne. Elsies mouth went wet. Shed only ever watched as screen stars sipped and grew giddy on the beverage. She hoped it would have the same magical effect now. She took a glass and marveled. Shed never known its color: light gold, like the wheat shafts just before cutting. She guessed it would be as sweet as honey and as filling as bread. She licked her lips and drank. The tangy bubbles bit hard. Brüt dry. A mouthful of baking yeast bloomed in water. She gulped to keep from spitting back into the flute but was not quick enough to hide her expression. Josef laughed. Youll get used to it. Try another sip and then another. If you dont love it by the third, Ill drink the rest for you. Kremer chuckled. ------=_Part_328_1804987694.1486655338442 Content-Type: text/html; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable =20 =20 most viewed article=20 =20 =20 =20
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    My sister is in the Lebensborn Program. I am not curious about them. I am curious about you. He sucked his teeth. They moved in circles on the floor. A woman with peacock feathers in her silver hair wriggled her nose when they bumped elbows. Elsie swallowed hard. Her head reeled. She was a loyal German, but how else could she prove her allegiance? All she had was her word. Kremers uniform stank of sweat and cigarettes. Champagne bubbles came up her throat. She wanted to slap him, to cry out for Josef, but the sharp pins of Kremers Security Police uniform reminded her of the possible consequences, not just for herself but also for her family. So she gulped down the sourness. The song ended. The quartet removed their bows from the strings, stood and bowed. Here you are, . Startled, Elsie jumped and knocked the glass from Josefs hand; effervescent wine fizzed over them. Im sorry. She wiped droplets from his uniform lapels. The starch kept them from soaking in. Her dress was not so fortunate. The champagne streaked the ivory hemline. No harm. Josef took her arm.=20

    The buttons of his coat strained against his portly stomach. Despite herself, Elsie recalled Muttis advice and forced a dainty laugh. He was Josefs comrade, after all. She wanted him to like her. So she did as he instructed and drank again, attempting to finish the glass and be done entirely. Prost! It looks like youve got yourself a strong fräulein, said Kremer. How about a dance while Josef gets you another? Elsie held Josefs gaze. Im not very good, she said. No matter. Kremer took Elsie by the elbow and led her to the dance floor. I promise to go slow. He pulled her close and placed one hand on the small of her back while clasping her gloved fingers. His stiff uniform pushed the dresss crystals into her skin, a thousand nails tacking them together. Elsie looked over her shoulder at Josef. He smiled and lifted her empty glass. When he turned to call the waiter, Kremer slid his hand down the back of her chiffon. Elsie pulled away. Her cheeks flushed hot. Herr Kremer! He grabbed her hand and yanked her forcefully against him. Hush. Its a party. Dont cause a scene, fräulein. He smiled a toothy grin and spun her deeper into the dancing crowd. I wanted to speak with you privately. You see, there are those who find it odd that someone of Josefs stature would take up with the uneducated daughter of a common baker when there are far superior options, including your own sister. She winced at his mention of her academic record. While Hazel had attended Gymnasium and graduated at the top of her class, Elsie had stopped early of graduation from Hauptschule to work fulltime in the bakery. Though shed just met Major Kremer, he obviously had great knowledge of her and her family. There are so many spies these days. Everyone suspects beautiful, new faces. He leaned in and examined her face uncomfortably close, his hot breath like rotten eggs. Elsie sharply turned her cheek. My family has known Josef for years. Ja, and who knows how many secrets you have already gathered to pass on to our enemies. I am not a spy! she hissed. My papa bakes bread for the Nazi headquarters in Garmisch.=20

    The lights ran together, and she gripped Josefs arm to keep steady. There, there. He patted her hand. Just smile. She did as he said. The door of the lodge swung open and strains of violins cut the wind. Inside, the doorman took her cape. Exposed to the lamplight, the crystal beads cast miniature rainbows against Josefs uniform. Heil Hitler, Josef! greeted a stocky man with a poof of a mustache above his lip, and the remnants of some sticky food caught in the sprout. Elsie wondered what other bits might be lodged there and tried to hide her repulsion. Who is this? he asked. May I present Fräulein Elsie Schmidt. Josef clicked his heels. And this is Major Günther Kremer of the SiPo. Elsie nodded. A pleasure. Kremer turned to Josef. Charming. He winked. Günther and I have known each other for many years. He was one of my men in Munich. Is Frau Kremer here tonight? Ja, ja. Somewhere. He waved over his shoulder. No doubt discussing her pewter spoons or some such nonsense. Shall we have a drink? Down a corridor lined with Nazi flags and fir trees covered in candied fruits, they followed Kremer as he chatted about the wine and food and glitterati in attendance. Elsie wasnt listening, too caught up by the brilliance of the scene. It was everything shed dreamed, exactly like the lavish ballrooms and festive parties in the Hollywood films of her youth. Her pulse raced. Oh, how she wanted this world: Josefs world of power, prestige, and uncensored euphoria. It dripped off everyone and everything in the room, like fruit glaze on a strawberry tart. For this moment, the dust of the baking board and black cinders of the oven were forgotten; the smudge of labored coins and soiled ration coupons in her palm, washed clean. By Josefs side, she could pretend to be one of them, a royal princess of the Third Reich. She could pretend the world outside this place wasnt full of hunger and fear. The corridor opened to the grand banquet hall.=20

    At the base, Mutti, dressed in her best edelweissembroidered dirndl, swept crumbs out of sight. The rough broom bristled the burnished floor. I doubt Josefs attention will be on the doppelback crumbs. Leave the mice a Christmas present. Mutti stopped sweeping when she saw her and put a fist to her hip. Ach ja, youll stand up well with all those fine s this evening. Freilich! Papa came from the kitchen. Youll make Josef proud. He put an arm around Muttis shoulder, and she eased into his side. I promised Hazel Id send a photograph, explained Elsie. Papa went to find the Bosley camera. Mutti adjusted the folds of her hooded cape. Be sure to laugh at his jokes, she said. Men always like that. And trytry to be temperate. The führer praises this in women. Elsie groaned. I know, I know. Now stop fussing at me, Mutti. Please, , try. Elsie yanked away. Papa, did you find it? she called out. Mutti kept on, Dont act like a gypsy or Jewessunpredictable spirits. Remember your sister in the Program. Remember the bäckerei. Herr Hub has been so generous. She cleared her throat. Wed be as bad off as the rest if it wasnt for his kindness. Look at Herr Kaufmann. The Gestapo came in the middle of the day and packed him off to one of those camps. And all he did was refuse to have his son join the Deutsches Jungvolk.=20

    The timbered lodge was ornamented with heartcarved balconies and colorful frescoes depicting shepherds in lederhosen, jeweled baronesses, and angels with widespread wings. From each window, redandblack swastika flags joined their flight, fluttering in the alpine breeze. Cascading lights had been masterfully strung over the snow, illuminating icicles and casting a stunning corona about the structure. Its frosted eaves looked like piped sugar on a lebkuchen. A fairytale gingerbread house. Right off the pages of the Brothers Grimm. You are beautiful. Josef laid his palm on Elsies knee. His warmth emanated through the wool cape and chiffon dress. The driver opened the door. A burgundy carpet had been placed over the snow to keep the attendees from slipping or ruining the shine of their boots. Josef took Elsies hand and helped her from the cab. She hurried to step out and let the swathe of ivory and crystal gems hide her feet. Although Josef had purchased her dress, she had no shoes to match. Reluctantly, shed borrowed Muttis nicest pair of black Tstraps, which still looked worn after an hour of buffing. Josef took her gloved hand and threaded it through the crook of his arm. You shouldnt be nervous, he consoled. Not with such a pretty German face. They will love you the moment they see you. He touched her cheek with a leathergloved finger. Her stomach jumpedthe same lurch she felt when the pretzels were a minute from baking to brick. She knew exactly what to do then, rush to pull them from the fire and cool by the window. But here, dressed like a film star, she hadnt a clue. So she took a deep breath. The smell of burning pine air stung her nose. Her eyes watered.=20

    Long white tables striped the floor with silver candelabras at each fourth chair. A string quartet sat on a platform, their bows moving back and forth in perfect unison. Couples spun in slow circles on the dance floor like miniature figures on clock gears. The men wore SS uniforms, a background pattern of tan dress coats and beet red armbands. The women highlighted the scene in vibrant dress shades, plum and apricot, orange and cucumber greena harvest of young and old. A fleshy brunette in a scarlet lamé dress examined Elsie from head to toe, pausing at her feet. Elsie followed her gaze to the toe of Muttis Tstrap. She quickly scooted it back under the hem. A waiter approached with a tray of bubbling blond flutes. Josef handed one to Elsie. Here you are. I always keep my word. But be careful. One never knows the effect of champagne until youve tried it. Champagne. Elsies mouth went wet. Shed only ever watched as screen stars sipped and grew giddy on the beverage. She hoped it would have the same magical effect now. She took a glass and marveled. Shed never known its color: light gold, like the wheat shafts just before cutting. She guessed it would be as sweet as honey and as filling as bread. She licked her lips and drank. The tangy bubbles bit hard. Brüt dry. A mouthful of baking yeast bloomed in water. She gulped to keep from spitting back into the flute but was not quick enough to hide her expression. Josef laughed. Youll get used to it. Try another sip and then another. If you dont love it by the third, Ill drink the rest for you. Kremer chuckled.=20

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