Gordon and Jurgen remained silent, knowing that ‘the twelfth’ was something very important, so important that no one had ever really explained its significance to them. Apparently, foot soldiers such as they were not privy to such lofty plans. But nonetheless, it had become their bit of comfort as the Russians and the Western Allies advanced on German-held territories.
Gordon turned up the volume on the radio and Jurgen started dealing the cards. The men then sat there, each looking at their hands, wondering what cards to keep and which to discard, when a shadow fell over the table, as if the light from the hallway had gone out. All three men looked at the doorway to find the reason.
Cards dropped to the table as they stared, mouths agape, at what was now standing in their doorframe.
A naked woman, who had materialized out of nowhere. A blonde, definitely Aryan – her hair was so light – whose body exhibited the perfect female form. She moved to the side and held out her arm, gesturing down the hallway.
The main entrance door opened, and standing just outside the door was another naked female, a brunette this time, with wild curly hair.
The brunette spoke, and even though she was a good twenty feet away, her voice wasn’t loud, nor did it echo throughout the building, as others voices usually did when they called down the hallway. “May I come in,” she asked simply, placing one hand on her hip.
Jurgen, who was entranced even though he wasn’t exactly attracted to the women, nodded. The others were incapable of any movement.
Then the blonde and brunette were standing in the same room as the men – Jurgen didn’t even remember seeing the brunette walk down the hallway. But he could tell his thinking was muddled, it was as if he kept blanking out at each step the women took towards them, the sway of their hips acting like the taste of vodka on his lips.
The blonde reached Richard first, wrapping her arms around his neck. She didn’t waste but a minute before she kissed him fiercely, so much that Richard took a step or two backward from the force. He quickly regained his balance, however, and he returned her embrace, his hands moving up and down her naked form with movements that grew quicker and quicker with each pass.
The brunette approached Jurgen slowly, running her hands through her thick, wild-looking hair. She bent down to meet his face, looked deep into his eyes, and said “Why don’t you go outside, and be lookout for us? We’ll call you when it’s your turn, I promise.” She smiled, stroking his cheek.
The next thing Jurgen remembered was standing outside in the damp evening. He couldn’t remember having walked down the hallway to get here. He looked around, down the sidewalk, back to the door of the barracks, wondering if he had really been inside with Richard and Gordon, or if he’d fallen asleep outside, drunk from vodka, and dreamed the whole thing.
Yes, a dream, that was it. Jurgen thought as he stood, breathing in the night air, his mind clearing. Then he grew worried again. Hallucinations last night, vivid dreams today. No more spirits, he vowed to himself. Wouldn’t do for him to go crazy and be dishonorably discharged.
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