Patton, Jr., speech to his Third Army before it was sent to join in the Battle of France (July 1944).Finally, the allies have reached a point where th... Rhine is crossed, the Siegfried Line is broken and the Russian army is surging ever Westward with the full vengeance of a horde of locusts eating everything in their path.The Thousand Year Reich is truly in a shambles and even the inner circle of the Fuhrer’s entourage is searching for an exit that might allow them or their families to escape. “We could call him..”“He says he’s a bit tired and hungover…”“We don’t have to do anything, just hang out…”“Yeah.. he’s texted. He’s on the way…”’It wasn’t much of a gamble. He was her friend, someone we liked and respected, and was good company. But we weren’t sure anything would happen. Or even if we’d want it to. After an enjoyable evening, and perhaps sensing a moment alone was needed, our friend went to the toilet. We looked at each other. We both knew what the other was thinking. She. She stepped inside and threw her towel on the floor outside. It was all steamy inside the shower so I couldn't really see her clearly, but I could see her. "Mom and dad are still not up?" "I don't think so." She said and picked up a shampoo bottle. "Why aren't you taking a bath?" "Because I felt like taking a shower." I said, and pulled her close to me by her waist. "Can you shampoo my hair?" "Sure." I said and she turned around, her back facing me. I am a few inches taller than her so it was. I work as a receptionist and everyday I talk and flirt with all of the salesmen who come into the office. When the other employees get bored, they will often come up to my desk and talk with me. They know that I always have an interesting story or a joke to tell. They tell me things too. I always know everything that’s going on in the company. I know who is in trouble and who’s moving up the ladder. I know about the office affairs and the break-ups. It’s funny, one would.