It took a second for me to figure out what was happening. Sharon was emptying out the leftover sodas and beers from upstairs, down on my head! Within ... couple of minutes, I was covered in sticky soda and smelling of stale beer. I was drenched! My slip was stained all different colors ands was clinging to my body, my hair was matted and sticky, and I was a total mess!I felt so humiliated!I heard Sharon close the window, but she hadn't said anything to me about moving, so I stayed where I was. I. To hell with von Schitt, they deserved to wet their whistles after the dangerous work they’d performed. They’d stared death in the face opposing the mob in the Hippodrom. And what had Colonel von Schitt done? Not a damned thing but stand around with her thumb up her arse. And she was sure to hog all the credit for tonight’s brave deeds. Wolfgang and he would give Herr Himmler a full accounting of the immense danger they had faced, and overcome. Trommler tipped back his head for a tremendous. Martínez. She has your room available again this weekend, don Miguel.”Sofía waggled her eyebrows in what was a totally unsubtle manner. We’d been mildly flirting ever since the festival, not that anything terribly serious had happened. There were some kisses, some more intense than others, and Mme Bertha had been heard to clear her throat more than once, even if she didn’t say anything.I’d also been a guest at Sofía’s mother’s house, evenings when I’d insisted on bringing part of the meal.. One day, Helen was walking down the street. Suddenly, the door to an empty apartment opened and she was grabbed by the arm and dragged into the apartment. The door was slammed and locked. That was when Helen saw that it was John who had attacked her. Helen was dressed in the bikini outfit that all of the women were wearing, and John jerked her bra up to expose her breasts.At first, Helen was so surprised that she didn’t know what to do, but she then started to scream for help. That did.