Ultimately I’m the one responsible for Maria being missing. Part of the reason we met was that she was fascinated with my Halloween Story, “A Visi... From Saint Michael.” When it came out, she asked me how much of it was true. I stalled and made a few jokes, but she persisted. Finally, I broke down and told her, “All of it.”I was afraid she would think I was some kind of nut, but to my surprise, she didn’t question Saint Michael or as the Mexican girls had called him, Santa Muerte or. It was hard to keep track of the days since we were in constant contact with the enemy forces, but I knew we were already at the end of the month of March when we started engaging General Johnson’s forces coming down the Raleigh to Goldsboro road on daily patrols to feel out the strength of their encirclement.I knew that any day now we would be getting the news of Lee’s surrender and I was hard-pressed not to blurt out the fact to my superiors because I knew they were fearful of the famous. Kyle picked me and helen up friday and took us to hotel i brought along 2 or 3 outfits and lingerie and helen likewise we got there early to change and prepare our self we did our make up helen was good at that so she did mine for me i slipped into blond wig bra g string panties and stockings that left my ass exposed i tucked my cock with tape so it looked like a pussy in my g string . i looked at myself in the mirror with my exposed ass stocking covering the front and two big cheeks with a lil. “Yes,” said Jack.There was a brief silence, but Jack did not elaborate. Richard’s expression went pale. I felt a grudging respect.“You speak German?” I asked to fill the silence.“Yes, I was based in Germany,” said Jack. “Ich habe nie einen Deutschen mit einem Nachnamen wie Lovewell getroffen.” (I have never met a German with a last name like Lovewell.)“What did you say?” asked Richard, interrupting loudly. “What does it mean?”“My German name was Liebegut,” I said, ignoring my husband’s.