She turned and leaned against the railing as well.I wondered about her being down here alone, for she seemed to have tears in her eyes. I wanted to ta...e her in my arms and hold her and stroke her hair. That part of me had been dead since Maya had died, so I was taken aback by the urgency that I felt now. She just smiled at me as though she could read my thoughts."Are you ok?" I asked her."I'll be fine," she said as she looked away from me. Her sadness was overwhelming me. "But, would you mind. A Hispanic male opened the door, and she stepped inside. Her blonde hair was wet and sticking to her forehead. She wore no makeup on her face, didn't look at all sexy, since she wasn't here on business ... well, not her normal type business anyway."I'd like to see the money, please," she said."We would like to see the dope, please," Ernesto said, mocking her."No, the money first."Ernesto looked at Domingo."You afraid I'll bop you on the head and take it?" She said, and smiled at him.Domingo. Evan could not believe it. She was beautiful and when they did a slow number Linda nestled in his arms against his body. Her arms were around his neck and his hands around her waist. The silky fabric of her dress and the soft flesh underneath sent waves of desire through him. Looking down at her he saw her breasts nestled in her dress inviting his touch. He was getting aroused and when the dance ended he suggested they get a drink. Linda held him while dancing and felt his hard erection against. It came on him like a calling. And yet… There were few who could or would realize that this seismic shift in perception had come at a terrible cost… When he arrived by car in Weimar one June morning in 1944, he had been escorted down wet, empty streets toward a processing center that, ultimately, lead him through the gates of a settlement he had never heard of before – a place called Buchenwald. For such an auspicious day, it had begun in the most ordinary way possible. He remembered the black.