”“Germans? Good for you,” Mike said. “We haven’t killed any yet, but we’re going to.”“Why’d you kill them?” Jerry asked, peeling b...ackened skin from his piece of squirrel.“To get away. They’d been beating me and raping me, a whole bunch of them, Hitler Youth boys.” Melissa felt tears in her eyes.“Raping you?” Mike asked, frowning, not sure if he believed this pretty girl with bare legs.“I was a slave, a sex slave at the Pentagon. There’s a whole bunch of us, girls from neighborhoods they’ve. I looked her up and down. That telltale glisten of perspiration had appeared on her top lip again. She was so beautiful, I swore she could have been a model. Actually, something wasn't quite right. Maybe music. The lights were bright too."Do you have some music that is appropriate for this situation Josephine?" Maybe something heavy Sir?" Hmmm..." Heavy? I shrugged. "Whatever you choose is fine by me. Do you think we could afford another glass of champagne?" She stood comfortably, understanding. Ok, yeah, we were ... there yesterday. Yeah, I can find it. Thanks." Here, take these!" The woman passed her a small bowl with warm scones wrapped in a cloth, along with a small basket containing fresh, chilled milk and small cups. "Enjoy!"Lauren nodded, and walked quietly off in the direction of the Glade. Her brothers were still shut in their shared bedroom, and she assumed they were sleeping. The relative calm of the farm was hard to swallow. The days of terror and fear, of being filthy,. My son paid the bill and also tipped the salesgirl.I was not talking to him for the entire episode. We came out of the shop. To smother my anger and anguish, he took me to posh hotel for lunch.He said, “Don’t feel bad mom. I want you to feel good, young, beautiful and sexy. I want that you fulfill all your secret desires which you could not pursue since you had to look after me after dad’s death. I know you suffered a lot due to dad’s death and in laws indecent behavior. Now that your son earns.