I was afraid of what might happen, of what I might do. Last night had been the most amazing night of my life. But we had agreed that it would only hap...en that one time, then wewould forget it. But he had given me the most amazing feelings of my life. How was I supposed to just let it go? But I was determined to. I had heard about those hill billy people that had sex with their brothers and I did not want to be one of them. Besides, we were nothing like those people. We had just agreed that to. But the alcohol and the night were taking me into their arms, lulling me to a comfortable sleep.A faint rustle stirred me, but did not wake me from my sleep, just enough to be conscious that something was happening. A sweet smell of milk and cookies filled the room: Fresh baked and just out of the oven. But it was not a reminiscent feeling of my childhood, rather it stirred in me a tingling feeling that had the tiny hairs on my body on end. It was then I felt a strange wisp of air against my. “By the time the war started in September of 1939, Hans was a Hauptsturmführer in the Waffen-SS, which was equivalent of a Captain in the German Army. Adolf Hitler tasked Hermann Goering with establishing several small groups of SS officers to orchestrate the looting of the countries Germany conquered. One of the groups was the commanded by Hans’ patron, who was a senior Waffen-SS officer and a highly placed Nazi Party member. The group was responsible for inventorying and storing the items. "I'm gonna' read for a bit before I go to sleep. See you in the morning." I called to the door."Okay, Dad."Wow, a reply. That never happened. That rarely happened. That only happened when he was subconsiously filling an uncomfortable void. Something's up, I thought walking into my room. Glancing at the drawer, I noticed it was ajar about a half inch. It was closed tightly when I'd pushed it in earlier.Still couldn't wrap my head around the book as I began reading in bed that night. Next.