My parents made a business deal and had a child to get their trust funds.”“Anyone else in your family?”“Not that I ever met.”“What about t...eir parents, or brothers and sisters?”“Not that I ever met.”“Haven’t you ever looked?”“Never had a reason to.” They never looked for me.She, like pretty much everyone that learned my history, couldn’t relate. I understood their thoughts, for the most part. There were even friends of mine that tried to search out my parent’s relatives behind my back. Dead. I laughed in her stupid bimbo voice:there was a sliver of hope after all!I ran to the farm gate and stopped, staring in distress at the ruttedfarm trail that led to the house. There was no way I was going to beable to navigate this in her heels. I decided to try anyway, and almostimmediately nearly broke my ankle. I looked around, saw my surroundingswere utterly deserted, and sat by the trail next to a hedge where Icouldn't be seen from the main road.I examined the shoes, looking for a way to. All the time, we were guarded by about twenty SS Troopers in their black uniforms, with their death head badges on their caps. At each stop it took longer than it would have normally while the guards were also fed. Half would stop on guard while we ate and then they would have to be fed afterwards. But it did give us more time for ourselves as a room was always reserved to allow us to rest.I never really found out whether the escort was to there protect me, or Hitler's favourite niece. The. I was surprised, but I knew I was ready, due to his persistence. So I gave in. I was sacred, nervous, uncomfortable, but exhilarated, happy, excited, and curious. I actually found myself looking forward to it. I was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure and the romantic moment. I sent him out of the room, then I stripped my way up the stairs, leaving a boot at the foot of the stairs, another boot a couple of steps up, my dress a couple of steps after that, my pantyhose a step up from there, my bra.