"Uh oh, it's Cousin Albrecht," said Gerda.So this was Albrecht Grost. Tall, shaven-headed, and built like a bull,he was wearing the sinister black uni...orm of the Gestapo. His companion,in defiance of the dress code for ladies at the ball, wore a slinkyevening dress that hugged every curve of her body. And what a body itwas! A beautiful red-head, she had a classic hourglass figure, and I wasmesmerised by it. This was a woman who was definitely my type."Helmut, Gerda, good to see you!" said. If there is already someone in the master, you can leave or join in," Ralph said. "My parents are out of town until Sunday night. If you want to drink later, give me your keys first—that's the rule." Thanks, Ralph, that's a good rule. I don't know if I will have a drink or not, but if I do, I'll gladly give you my keys. I guess that means its okay to crash here," I said."Yes, it sure is. Some of this group will be staying the night. These things have been known to get a little wild," Ralph said. I think it was shorter than any other skirt I have seen her in. It was tight as hugged the curves of her body closely. You could really see the shape of her hips and bosom. I opened the door for her and she walked in.“Hi, I hope you are hungry.”She handed me a bag that contained 2 sandwiches, chips, and a small birthday cake. “It’s not my birthday.” I said. “Well it is mine” she spouted back. We headed to my office. I cleared a spot on my desk to open our dinner. I thanked her. She told. Dressed in a bronze vest and maroon waistcoat, both heavily embroidered with gold filigree, de Sade looked like the French noble he had been in life. Lace frills extended over his wrists and around a thin neck. Freshly laundered black trousers fell precisely over the tops of polished, black leather shoes.Such extravagance and de Sade was only a favored servant! Logan could not help but think about the crude conditions he and Beauty lived in, scrambling daily to survive. He felt like a barbarian.