*********Oscar watched Jasmine head into the office from the car. He would need tofind out which of the firms that she had visited there later, but fo... nowunderstanding her movements was all he needed. He checked his reflectionout in the mirror. It was not the foppish thin young man that looked backat him in the glass though, but the lovely young brunette called WendyRedfern.He thought back to the time six weeks ago when he'd first donned hisdisguise as Wendy and gone knocking at the Goodridges. Even the main doors, which were glass in metal frames, were covered. I thought it was odd and didn't understand why the contents of the store were hidden from public view.Jordan stood next to the door, watching me approach. When I reached her, she said, "By the way, this is where I work."I knew she worked in sales somewhere, but she didn't talk about work, at least not with me. There had been a few times I found her talking to Danielle or Jana about something in low whispers, but when I asked. The Jewish quarter was alive with fear, the Star of David daubed on doors, the painted swastikas, street by street, every night for days. Now it was their turn, the rap on the door speaking volumes of doom.“We have been expecting you,” Schmidt said resignedly to the solitary tall, thin blond man in the black leather coat of an officer of the Waffen SS. He nodded back before speaking.“Trick or treat?” the officer cackled.“What?”“It’s a pagan-Christian thing, being All Saints Day tomorrow, so the. But a 15-year-old boy (YOUNG MAN!) being asked to perform something that he has only dreamed about but never ever actually accomplished is, well, pretty significant.“Ok,” is all I could squeak.I think I came in my pants as they all of a sudden got rather sticky.Rebound lover. I am her rebound lover. Ok, that’s fine. I’m fine with that. I like being rebounded upon!She kisses me again, deeper this time. Our lips part and squeeze together. I’m glad I brushed my teeth. I don’t care that she hasn’t..