”“Do you happen to know what this little, teeny-tiny brown spot is?”“That’s Germany.”At this point Rudy becomes quite pensive, and then ve...y quietly asks the question of the century, “Do you think Hitler knows that?”― Georg Rauch, An Unlikely Warrior: A Jewish Soldier in Hitler’s ArmyMy boss in New York City, a gorgeous redhead called Roxanne, sent me a telegram up in Bremerhaven that it was not a good idea to return to Berlin at this point in the unfolding war.I had felt relatively safe. Iggy brushed past her without regard. As she went along the halls, music started to hit her ears. Following the sound, she came up to the recording studios. No doubt that’s where her rival was. Iggy pressed against the glass. Nicki Minaj was singing, though based on her movements it looked more the woman was fucking. Based on how her hips were thrusting and those fake tits were bouncing, it was easy to assume so. Iggy went inside to the recording studio. ‘Iggy! What brings you here?’ That was. Emma smiled wickedly. "You can look all you want," she said. "and if you play your cards right maybe you can touch all you want, too." She looked right at me as she said it.Jake the Snake? Why Jake the Snake? And where the hell did Emma get that from, I wondered. Amy could see the puzzlement on my face and slid over next to me. "Think anaconda," she grinned. "Think python, like in the biggest 'trouser snake' you'll ever see," she whispered, none too quietly. "I think your wife is really curious. I ran to my workstation and was relieved that almost everyone has left to eat out. I heaved a sigh of relief. As I sat on my chair, I reached for my mobile phone in my purse. I had five unread messages and all of them were from Peter. He asked me if I was coming to work, if I wasn't feeling well and taking medical leave, if he could go to my apartment to check on me, if I was mad at him, and why I wasn't replying to his messages. I headed to the ladies room instead of replying.As I was washing.