My personal security lay entirely in two facts: Everyone knew that I was on constant alert and minimized my exposure; and a threat to my life was very...likely to be dealt with preemptively and harshly.A whispered word stood the possibility of finding someone who would find me and then the whisperer's life — and possibly his family's and friends' lives — would cease quickly.Of course the fact that other people reacted the same way and protected themselves similarly was not lost upon me.I was not. Her five grown chi1dren were all married and had several chi1dren of their own, so there were plenty of us to go around.One summer, I was paired up with my cousin Cindy, who was a couple years younger than me. Cindy was a pretty little thing, blonde hair and blue eyes that always seemed to be hiding some secret mischief behind them. I didn't know the word back then, but I would call her precocious. Grand pop was a gruff but garrulous Irishman who had a taste for brandy, and often tasted it a. Jerry started to finger her roughly, it felt good but nothing like her fathers technique, she hugged him around the neck lifting her hips, as if to take more of his fingers. Jerry knew she was a virgin; he couldn’t make out her stance, before she’d always grabbed his wrist, as if to pull his fingers out. Rebecca did wonder if she’d still got some of her father’s juices inside her, she was awfully wet.“Jerry do it!” she stutteredShe knew she had to make it look as if she was in pain when he put. We walked a few blocks and ended up in front of a building which a had only one red light over the door and a sign “Roter Mond” (Red Moon). Obviously, it was the local brothel, of which each German town has one or more, legal and licensed by the health authorities.“Is this not only for men?” I asked.“Yes”, she said, “but I have friends there, because I used to work here behind the bar … and only behind the bar!” So, we entered, and found ourselves in a big, nicely furnished living room, with a.