He knew the routine well now. Jack stripped right down to his white t-shirt while Sophie got the large black holdall from the wardrobe. It didn’t ta...e her long to tie the two sets of restraints to rails at the top and the bottom of the bed. Jack stood and waited for her to finish before moving to the bottom of the bed and gripping the heavy oak bed frame rail. He didn’t turn to look behind him as Sophie went back to the holdall; he just stared ahead. Jack knew what was coming next. He didn’t. Unlike the Stalags run by the Wehrmacht,Oberst Wessel insisted that his prisoners were not brutalised, were wellfed within the bounds of the victuals available, and were kept occupiedwith useful activities.He was also a fervent supporter of the Oberium Theatre and had apenchant for the prettiest of Benny's Girls. He had heard that the newlead in Benny's latest production was quite a dish and decided to findout for himself."Attention!" Aircraftman Harry Bollard ordered when Oberst Wessel andhis. ." I am not going to stay," said Noor, and Anna sighed with a great sadness. "Come, let's give your mother the burial she deserves."Out under the cold sky the two girls carved a pit, barely deep enough, in the frozen earth, then carefully carried the wasted form of Anna's mother out and laid it in. "Goodbye mama," said Anna softly, kissing her pale cheek. "You are free."It seemed disrespectful to make love on the evening of a funeral, and neither Anna nor Noor wanted to disturb the strange. No, she decided, let's not order this mocktail again. She decided she didn't like lavender soda."So you need a few girl concubines." I need about five hundred and eighty girl concubines, all unassigned. Notice any ready source of supply around here?" She indicated the elegant creme-white Streamline Moderne dining room, done in a style evoking a restaurant for a four-star hotel from the 1930's. The room was filled with men and women in full-dress officers' uniforms representing all four branches.