They want all blacks, Jews, Latinos, etc. in town dead. Herman Hall, that’s his name, the so-called Brigadefuhrer of the Frederick SS. He studied an... copied the organization and chain of command of the historical SS and decided to emulate it.“Frederick is intended by these fascist pricks to be the capital of the First American Reich. That’s what Hall calls it, as do his superiors, Wagner Morton, the self-appointed ‘Fuhrer,’ and Sylvia Crest, the so-called Reichsfuhrer of the entire SS, which. I had what I needed, a couple of pairs of clothes and a bikini. I went to the rental cars and saw a Mustang. I nearly jumped for joy. Mustangs were my dream car. I went to the cashier, glad that I had money saved up for this vacation and asked for the Mustang. I filled out the paperwork and paid for it and she handed me the keys. She told me that I made a good choice. I smiled as I got in the car and started it. The rumble of the engine was music to my ears. I pulled out of the airport and. When I arrived at his place I fell into his arms. I needed so badly to feel safe again. The tigress in me had collapsed by this time and I just wanted someone stronger than me to hold me and tell me that everything would be all right. His powerful arms held me tight for what seemed like a very long time. At last he escorted me to his sofa and offered me a drink I much needed. He called the police for me and they took a brief statement by phone."Miss Glenn", Sergeant Withers began, "Now that you. That was fine, I didn’t really want anything to happen between us, but I loved his glances, his happy jokes with me and I could see that during breaks from the work, the times when he didn't disappear altogether, he would make a beeline to talk to me, completely ignoring all the important people that wanted a few words with him. I don’t know what it was about him. As I said, he was well into his fifties, twenty years older than me, kind of a public school type, very well spoken, average looking.