If they were true, then Himmler was really getting desperate to save his own neck. A genie in a ring seemed as absurd as one in a lamp! Of course, if ...uch a genie existed, it would possibly do more than just stop the Allies. It might even guarantee that Himmler succeeded Hitler as Fuhrer of the Greater German Reich. With the Fuhrer's poor health the subject of much gossip, this was not an insignificant motive for trying to use a genie.Niedermann had one advantage: his ex-lover, Heidi Schmidt,. "The twins nodded without a hint of jealousy while Jarrah grunted her assent."I can't say I've spent a whole lot of time thinking about it one way or another," Makro continued. "However I will admit I can't imagine a time when he wouldn't be around. You will have to admit as far as the sex goes, I haven't heard any complaints from his partners, other than they can't get enough. That doesn't sound like such a bad deal to me." You'd let him fuck you?" Jarrah sounded incredulous."Well, if I 'fuck'. The last word was spoken as if it was foreign, unused in normal conversation.“I don’t understand. We gave them everything. They are conditioned to be content.”“Maybe this is where we were wrong. Contentment is not enough.”“Don’t you think they have enough thrills? We offer them innocents and whores in equal measures. The world is at their feet.”“Not the world, just Drena,” the first man corrected the other.“Should we terminate the experiment, then?” the other seemed intrigued.“Just for one. “Because she’s only been awake for ten minutes; give her time, I’m sure she’s not done. Now let’s go,” grumbled Georgie, no doubt suffering a massive hangover. Clyde grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up over his shoulder which dug into my pelvis but I didn’t fight, I knew now wasn’t the time. Clyde held a hand over my skirt to try and hold it down, in some attempt of affording me modesty.“Ready.” Georgie opened the door and they moved fast. Not quite running but walking at a very brisk.