And she probably didn’t come up with the small shorts and suspender getup that is her uniform.I slide my cup of coffee to the edge of the table to s...gnify a refill. No, I don’t need more coffee. I need to relax, but I like having something warm to hold and sip on. The empty cup marks the fall of cup three. I’m sure I’ll die from an exploding heart when I’m thirty, but what the hell?The table shakes and the coffee cup falls off the edge and shatters. Shit.The waitress rolls her eyes and heads. We'd shared my bed since one, with only occasional bathroom breaks. It was our first opportunity in over a week. "How much time have we got?" I asked, looking up at her.Tami turned her head to check my alarm clock on the dresser."Tony, we got you a..."Traci and Mom stood in the open doorway.Mom turned crimson and retreated toward the kitchen.Traci looked like she couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry."I think our time just ran out," Tami said as she buried her face against my chest."What's. .there was no doubt Robin was getting turned on at describing the terrible events to her son?'God, yes, Blake. They were big, young and horny and so much bigger than your dad. They were right up inside me, and they...they fucked me hard and...' and her fingers were going up and down on her clit like a piston. 'Blake, Blake, please, please...what do you want...is this turning you on, honey, is this making you hard, darling...look what you've done to me again.' Blake indeed was hard at watching. All throughout Vichy France, the actual German-born members of the Gestapo were imbedded in French systems and they had a veritable “army” of informers that gave them stacks of “leads” in tracking down Jews and any French citizen with the hint of Resistance in their speech or actions.This was a time when Hitler was supposedly allied to the Stalinist government and the only possible chance of salvation was far away across the sea in the still sleeping giant called the United States of America..