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   February, 1978

   Her name was Cindy, she was an E4 in the Army, she was nineteen years
old.  She was very athletic, long limbed, she had long stringy blond hair
and just a hint of acne scarring.  She was also a devout member of some
wierded out Christian sect, and a virgin, or so she said.

   She explained all that to me as we paired off for the course, she
explained that I had no hope of "getting in my knickers, but you are always
welcome to try, as long as you are nice about it."

   She was my partner in a month long course for Unit Race Relations /Equal
Opportunity Specialists in Munich.  The course should have been titled
Applied Psychology/Mental Judo.  The skills taught were very useful for an
evangelist, lawyer, con man, used car salesman.



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   We had finished a tour of Dachau, it was a Friday afternoon.  We were
sitting together on the bus and she was crying and I was comforting her. 
Dachau can be an unnerving place for the young who have been indoctrinated
with all their lives with a positive philosophy, the sacrifice of Christ,
Norman Vincent Peale, yada yada yada.  Then the real world, Orwell's "Boot
Smashing into a Face forever," well Dachau hits you like that.

   "I am going to Berchtesgaden for the weekend.  I want you to go with me.
But I don't want you to get the wrong idea, I'm not going to have sex with
you, or anybody else until I get married.  But I don't want to be alone
after seeing those ovens and thinking about all the evil in the world." She
moved closer to me on the bus seat.

   I was 30 years old, and I was recovering from a disastrous affair, and I
was 3 hours away from home.  I had been in Germany for six months.  My wife
was taking to Germany like a duck to water, and my four children were all
involved with new friends.  My ten year old daughter, Jackie, had developed
a friendship with a woman named Patsy.  Patsy ran the post beauty shop and
was teaching Jackie all those "woman things." And I was just casually
prospecting for a piece of ass.  But then I had been doing that since I was
twelve, nothing new.

   Jackie had been assigned the task of spying on me when she was only
five, and couldn't even speak English.  The idea was that she would go
everywhere with me, and would report back to her mother what I was doing.
But after about a year Jackie fell in sympathy with me, I paid attention to
her and bought her candy, treated her like an equal, asked her
opinion.......in spy parlance, I had turned her.

   I called the post beauty shop, as usual Jackie was there.  Her mother
was going to see a brother in Paris, she was taking the two year old with
her.  The two middle kids were going on a school sponsored trip, and Jackie
was supposed to be with me.  I asked Patsy if Jackie could stay with her
for the weekend, I was going on a trip to Berchtesgaden, part of the course
I was taking.  Jackie came on the phone, "OK, but you got to be good Dad,
if I am going to trust alone for two whole days."

   We rode the train from Hauptbanhof Munchen , we changed once and were
practically dropped at the door of The General Walker Hotel, which was once
Hitler's guest house, the Platterhof.  We were dressed in jeans and tee
shirts and those puffy down filled jackets, then all the rage, that made
one look like something out of a Michelin commercial.  She clung to my arm,
nuzzled against my shoulder and smiled at me with radiance.  The clerk
looked at me funny when I said, "Zwei Enzelzimmern ohne Bad," (two single
rooms without bath) maybe he thought we were married?

   She had read all the literature on the Obersalzburg, we had the picture
book on Hitler's house, we walked the tunnels and looked in the bunkers dug
in the mountain.  "He was the devil come to earth, that is why they never
found his body," she commented as we studied a photo of Hitler in
Lederhosen.  "He came to destroy God's chosen people, but Christ came down
to save a remnant to create Israel, so that prophesy would be fulfilled."

   "Oh?  So who was the Christ in this version?"

   "Why Franklin Delano Roosevelt, of course.  I will get you on Doctor
Franklin's mailing list, I have a couple of his tapes you can have.  When
you hear him explain Daniel and Revelations, well everything just falls in
place.  Even Dachau was part of God's plan, mentioned a couple of places in
Deuteronomy."

   Right.  My fondest wish was to be left out of all these "Plans." I was
thinking of my last illicit lover.  She, who was enthralled with Billy
Jack, had seen The Trial of Billy Jack four times.  Strange how a first
rate vagina and a tenth rate mind could come together in the same girl, but
it seemed to happen a lot.

   Then we went to the salt mines .  You put on a miners costume with a
little leather apron, and slide 80 meters down an oak rail to get in the
mine.  You go in groups of six, it is like riding a roller coaster without
the car, just a thin piece of leather between your butt and the rail. 
Cindy held me even tighter than necessary, I could feel the heat from her
pussy on my butt even through the denim.  I wondered how long it would be
before she had a man in her, not long I would bet.

   After dinner we were in her room going over books when she made her
proposition.  "I love to hold you, to be with you.  We can do a lot of
things together.  But unless we get married, we will never have sex.  Are
you strong enough for that?  To be my big brother, to travel with me, share
a room, maybe a bed, but never sex?  I have been praying for a man like
that, did God send you to me?" She knew I was married, I had shown her
pictures of my family.

   For some reason my emotions, always suppressed, overflowed and I cried.
She held my head in her lap and ran her fingers through my hair and I
bawled like a baby.  Perhaps she thought I was crying because I was
frustrated at the prospect of a sexless affair with her?

   No, it was the thought of all that End-of-Time claptrap I was doomed to
listen to in the months to come, as I escorted her through youth hostels of
France, Germany and Austria, while my wife played Bingo on the weekends.

   And the way that she blissfully pretended to be my wife, in the spirit
of adultery, and how she effortlessly integrated our relationship into the
most primitive of religions.  And I was thinking of Job, and his perverse
God.

   "Say, did God send you," She asked.  Like maybe God had sent me a set of
written instructions, a marked map, train tickets, and I was in on this
whole sick joke.

   "Yes, I guess that he probably did, it is written, `God works in
mysterious ways,'" I said with an air of resignation.

   "Oh Thank You Jesus, Amen."

   Then she quickly slipped out of her jeans and shirt as I moved to back
to undo he bra and slide her panties off....  The heat from her pussy was
like a torch, as I cupped it in my hand, warming the whole room.  I wasted
no time undressing.  I caressed her pussy like the great gift it truly was
while she was treating my dick like a snow cone.

   Somehow I had heard all that "not until we are married" shit before, it
is almost always bullshit.  She has already decided to fuck you-----or
not-------before the subject even comes up.

   Her vagina was truly almost new.  As I held her tight later, our
combined juices still seeping from her well used pussy she said, "God I
knew you'd show me a sign."

   And I showed her the sign, I surely did.  She would make me listen to
crackpots preach at least one Saturday a month (all I could slip away for
the weekend), and I would fuck her senseless every chance I got (sometimes
I would drive a hundred miles on Wednesdays, take her out to dinner, and
then fuck her eyes out).  She moaned all across
Europe.............................. before we were through her vagina was
ready for the million mile checkup!  Those crackpot preachers made her hot
and wet and willing, and I would get hard in anticipation of what would
come after supper, I would fuck her until my tanks were dry.

   I never had a lover who was so ready.  Her pussy was hot and wet, tight
but elastic, and I can still feel her rough tongue.  She would start under
my balls licking, right up the shaft and at last a quick flick and she took
it all in her mouth.  And I could spend hours with her thighs over my
shoulders and my face in her crack.

   But fucking was our forte, if missionary position fucking were an
Olympic event we could have one the gold medal hands down.  She liked to
run her hands though my hair and all over my face while my dick was in her.
For my part I just loved having my dick in her hot pussy.  In the middle of
winter in an Austrian ski lodge we lay wrapped in blankets for hours one
time, with just the heat from her pussy to keep us warm.

   God does in fact work in mysterious ways!

   Jesus Freaks!