I wanted to see how you’re doing before I left.”“For a bed-ridden girl, I’ve certainly had my share of excitement for the last couple of days....��“Do you want me to roll you to the kitchen?”“Take me to the bathroom first.”Jake knelt in front of her, put his arms around her, and lifted her into the wheelchair. At the bathroom, he lifted her onto the toilet.“I hear that Brian had to help you yesterday while I was occupied. Did that work out okay? If he does anything out of line, I’ll take care of. Those knots in her spine easing out, those were Owens. She turned her head.“I have a headache,” she frowned.He kissed her lips. “Of course. You know where the tylenol are. You know where I’ll be if you feel better.”“I do,” she said.His shoulders slumped as he closed the office door behind him. He took his phone. He had to do something. It was only a little bit petty. Closing his bedroom door blocked out most of Frieda’s music.“Kate! Hi!” He said when she picked up.“Kirk? Why’re you calling?”“I. So I apologized and then begged him to let me go with a warning. He refused at first but then he told me to come inside to talk about it.There was very little talking once I went into his house. He got right to the point and told me that he would forget the whole thing but only if I gave him a blowjob. I sucked plenty of dick by then and if Mr. L was hot or even mildly attractive to me I would have accepted the deal with a smile on my face. But I had zero sexual interest in him so sucking his. Pfeiffer” to the address at the top of the letter and your mail should finds its way to me via der Schweiz. I long to hear that you were not harmed in the bombing in Hamburg. I hear that the bombers targeted the port and your hospital is about as far away as you can get from the port. That is my one consolation.Love, DieterThree days after posting his letter, Dieter and the other 23 barracksmates were marched out of the wire and loaded onto two olive drab US Army trucks and driven off for work..