"Good morning, Eva," said Gerda, arriving in the dining room alone."'Morning, Gerda," I replied. "What's happened to Helmut?" He's already at work in ...is study. The phone lines between us andWernher are down and he's trying his best to find another way toestablish contact and discover what's going on."Could it be, I wondered? Could we actually have attacked Peenemunde?Lunchtime found me sitting in my accustomed place at a table outside thecafe on the village square. I was reading the poetry. It had nothing to do with figs. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’d played with a few toys in most places at one time or another and I will even own up to putting a few vegetables where they are not supposed to go. If a cucumber is the right shape and reminds me of a cock, well you know the rest. Ginger is obviously more serious but I couldn’t really imagine what it would be like. I think that’s why I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was it like a vibrator? Where would you feel the heat? How. I was so close several times and wanted it to last but eventually I lost control and shot my wad, so hard in fact it shot over my head and splattered the headboard, the last few jets just splatting onto my chest and pubes. I couldn't believe what I had just done but was feeling very horny. The Spanish girl smiled at me.“You take shower now, me watch.” She said. I couldn't really refuse could I! So I showered with the curtain open whilst she watched. I soaped my cock and balls up way more than. It was decided without much input from poor Sister Angela perspective that she should be detached from the convent and assigned to a Retreat Spa in the Swiss Alps for contemplation of her sins and re-dedication to a life of service for Christ.That was certainly fine with Angela but she was somewhat upset that the way it was stated made it sound as though the church was blaming her for her terrible ordeal and she was merely the victim and not in any way responsible for the ordeal in any way.