Without speaking a word I poured us each a glass of lightly chilled pinot, glancingup at Anna for any sign of what was wrong. Anna, a buxom, forty-so...ething native Berliner with a shortbrunette bob, struggled for the best choice of English words, words whichpercolated haltingly from her lips as tears welled in her eyes. ?It is a diary, written by a German officer, SS I believe,who was in charge of a special group of soldiers, about 200 or so of them fromwhat I could gather.? The job of. The monotone of Mr. McDonald was enough to not only kill my libido, but send me into a peaceful plain between sleep and awake where I didn’t have to suffer the pain of actually paying attention to him. Next though, was gym. I was a fairly sporty girl so the exercise didn’t daunt me, no, it was after gym that worried me. After a heated game of volleyball all the girls trudged to the showers. This was the temptation I had been dreading. The warm water beating against my smooth skin, massaging. To answer the door and hand out candies, Margie dressed up as a pregnant lady with a basket ball stuck inside her dress, and a lot of makeup on. The children all thought it was funny. Joe was perplexed."Margie, what ever possessed you to dress up like that?" he asked. Margie just smiled as she answered."I had to do something, Joe. I just don't show at six weeks, and I didn't know how to tell you otherwise," she said as she broke out in tears. Joe looked even more perplexed until the light. I had just gotten a kick-down of twenty bucks from my last ride so I come back out a few minutes later with a six pack of beer and a bag of wine. I slowly make my way thru the park and start heading down the trail. I get a ways down the path when i hear a psst! coming from the left and i see an almost hidden side trail leading into the thicker brush. After a little ways I come around a thick set of trees and enter a little meadow with a small open area and some grass. Both of the little hotties.