The feeling of still being in love with him, even though she knew that it was more than probable that their differences would never be straightened ou... now. Not after what he'd done! And yet she continued. Each day was a limbo during which she could visualize herself living alone one day, a sad and unhappy grass widow who would never marry again... never know the delights of a wonderful husband... never know the delight a wonderful romantic husband could offer.It looked as though there would be. It was all well and good to blame it all on the Jews but they were not the culprits in his mind. Too many of his intellectual friends were Jews and he remembered his first girlfriend was a half Jewish girl whose father was so rich he had houses in several different cities.Horst wore the SS insignia on his collar but it just a technicality because his unit was considered one of the Fuhrer's favorites and he had absolutely no choice in the matter.A young girl wandered up on the platform probably. "Fine, then bar all the entrances except for the main door; we'll leave that open and let them funnel into it. We'll need to clear a space; I'll need a killing zone."Shit. I really don't want to die here."Let's get started." I began walking to the house. "Will any of them have ranged weapons?" Just bolas." Bolas ... two weights attached to a rope?" Yes, about this long." She held her hands about four feet apart."That I can deal with if I am inside. What would you like me to call you?" Kira or. He climbed the steps leading up to the house, looking all around for anyone who might be able to see him. There was no one around. When he found himself at the top of the steps and standing on the large porch he checked once more, thankfully there were no homes within sight, and the road was obscured by the trees that lined the driveway. He began to undress. First the shoes and socks, then the shirt, and lastly his shorts. Leaving him exposed in the dim light provided by the hanging fixtures.