Far from feeling relieved after finally getting to the hospital, hebegan to feel even more worried.No one was telling him anything.Not even after they...came for him wearing gloves and masks, and runninghim through more machines than he even knew existed. He was hooked up,run through them, strapped down, or even left in what felt like abondage device made by a madman as he was tipped one way, then another,all while odd, burning serums were sent into his veins through IV'sthat were thrust. ???? Maybe knowing my background will helpexplain why I wasn?t acting like a screaming, terrified female experiencing herfirst brutal gang rape.???? I was born outside of St. Paul, Minnesotaof good Norwegian stock from whom I inherited my 5?11? height, fair complexion,and straw blonde hair.? Mother taught elementaryschool while Dad struggled with a small dairy farm.? Opportunities were scare when I finished highschool so I joined the US Marines on my nineteen birthday.? During my six years in. The two men worked around the farm during the day. Frau Wenger provided lunch for Dieter too. He enjoyed her home cooking immensely. He helped feed the cattle again late afternoon and then rode his bicycle back to camp before dinner.The fall continued as Dieter worked the Wenger farm. The Westfront was stalemated, though fighting continued. The Ostfront stabilized midway through Poland, Hungary and Yugoslavia. The Soviets were quiet during the fall as they assembled supplies and brought more. "Absolutely," Justin managed to blurt out, "you don't have a problem with us being mother and son?" Do you," Debbie asked her son."No, I don't and you?" he needed to know."No, and I've waited and hoped for this moment for some years now. Will you be my lover?" his mother asked in a husky voice full of desire."If you will be mine," Justin countered and they both giggled, glad that an intense moment between them was gone.That was all Justin needed to hear and he pushed his mother gently back.