It was almost obscenely too short, whenever she did anything other than stand still, it would ride up and give a teasing glimpse of what lay beneath. ...o finish the costume she chose her underwear with care. A push up bra and black, high cut, very sheer and flimsy panties was a wicked contrast to the demur innocent schoolgirl on the surface. The effect on her husband had been explosive, he had fucked her lustily for hours the night before. The first was a ribald face fuck. He had wanted to save. She craves sex at least three times a day. I can barely keep up with her.Hey, it’s 3am, what’s wrong? What? You overheard her telling people? Well… that’s her right. You called me for that? Yeah, I get you can’t tell people and she can and that feels unfair. But she’s the one in the relationship. And she’s been so stressed lately. Mental health is my passion. I’ve been taking such good care of her. Yeah, I get that you’ve been stressed too since you haven’t been able to talk to anyone about. ”An excerpt from the last words of Adolph Hitler shortly before his death in an underground bunker in Berlin Apr 1945Those last days of Hitler in the underground bunker below Berlin were like a funeral for the living. Some of the members of his inner circle were gathered with him waiting for the end and the curtain to fall on the Thousand Year Reich which had only managed to last a single decade.The wails of the war dead were pestering the ears of the “True Believer” Nazis with increasing. . and not from rain.“Are you ok?” I tentatively asked, trying not to pry.She gave me a depressing kind of a face and wiped her tears.“Sorry. I just broke up with my boyfriend.”She had taken her raincoat off and placed it on a hook and was taking off her boots as she looked up at me.“Oh,” I said, sorry, not sorry.“Yeah, he cheated on me ... with one of my best friends! The louse! Both of them!”She had on her typical shorts and tee shirt. Sports shorts and a loose tee, that is. Long legs and now.