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 Fogbound Encounter 8

   By Katzmarek

   The little party of Germans and Scots and one Englishwoman waited
expectantly as the train from Glasgow pulled into the little station at
Galston.  The little, blue, Caledonian `single driver' disappeared in a
cloud of steam as it got to the end of the branch line.  There were much
blasting of whistles and banging of carriage doors as the passengers began
to alight.

   Virtually all of the train's passengers were in uniform, a replacement
draft for the camp guards.  A very few were returning soldiers and sailors,
a very few indeed.

   A couple of soldiers were assisting and elderly woman of about 70 with
her bags.  She was berating them in German.

   "Omi!" Kimi yelled as he ran up to her.

   "(Ger) Tell these brutes I can get down by myself.  I'm not an invalid,"
Kimi's grandmother replied.

   Kimi smiled at the soldiers and thanked them for their assistance.

   "(Ger) You're as skinny as ever," she said, "aren't the English feeding
you?"

   "(Ger) Very well Omi.  How was the journey?"

   "(Ger) Long, and soldiers everywhere.  Every town's full of soldiers. 
The ship bounced up and down and it was full of Dutchmen.  They spit at you
when they talk.  Strange language the Dutch."

   Two German prisoners moved forward to assist the old woman with her
luggage.  Kimi made the introductions.

   "(Ger) This is Bruno Lody from Heidelburg and Herman Schoemann from
Kiel."

   The two men gave her a stiff bow.  Omi Kasemann's demeanour changed.

   "(Ger) Ah, two gentlemen at last.  I hope it won't be long before you
can return home.  Your families will need your strong backs.  Things are
very grim there.  So!  Kimi, are you going to show me this Englishwoman of
yours, is she here?"

   Kimi brought Eliza forward and presented her to his Grandmother.

   "(Ger) This is Eliza, Omi, my fiancée."

   Eliza was very nervous of the old woman.  She desperately wanted to get
the seal of approval from Kimi's closest surviving relative.

   Putting a hand on each side of Eliza's face she said,

   "(Ger) C'mon, let's have a look at you.  She's very pale, Kimi, and
skinny like your mother.  Are you sure she's not ill?"

   "(Ger) She's fine and healthy, Omi.  Isn't she pretty?"

   "(Ger) Clearly you think so.  She's too young, Kimi.  Give her another 5
years, 6 maybe..."

   Eliza looked from Omi Kasemann to her future husband in confusion.  She
tried to interpret their expressions to get an idea of the conversation.

   "I'm am happy to meet you at last," she told the woman in a deliberate
way.  Kimi started to interpret for her.

   "Kimi!" said his grandmother, "I... to... meet you... happy also.  (Ger)
See Kimi I have a German/English dictionary.  I read it carefully on the
ship coming over.  This English, it is not so hard to understand.  If I'm
to have English great grandchildren I will need to study up."

   "(Ger) So you approve of our wedding?" Kimi asked excitedly

   "(Ger) No, of course not.  But it never stopped your father and I doubt
it'd stop you.  You have too much of your father in you."

   "Kimi," Eliza said, "what is she saying?"

   "She says she likes you and approves of our wedding," he told her.

   Eliza threw her arms around Kimi and kissed him.

   "(Ger) Kimi!  Not in public!  You are not married yet.  What did you
tell her?"

   "(Ger) That you are the sweetest grandmother anyone could have, of
course."

   "(Ger) Liar!  I'm not so old I can't put you over my knee," she said, a
momentary grin flicked over her face.

   Jock was standing by the gig as they came out of the station gate.  Kimi
gestured to him and said,

   "(Ger) This is my friend, Warrant Officer Smyth."

   "(Ger) More soldiers!  Ach.  Goodness, this one's big, an Officer you
say?"

   "Obergefreiter,"

   "(Ger) Oh, I see.  You must tell me who the Officers are, Kimi.  I hope
you are showing respect to them.  You must always give an Officer his due,
Kimi..." his grandmother went on.

   Mrs.  Kasemann talked all the way into the village with hardly a pause.
Kimi looked embarrassed so Jock spoke up,

   "Tell your grandmother we're sorry to hear of the death off her son."
Kimi passed it on.

   She tipped her head towards the WO and said,

   "Thank... you." She replied in English.  "(Ger) Kimi, have you told him
that your father was a hero.  As his ship was going under they torpedoed
and sank an English Battleship."

   "(Ger) They say it was the Marlborough, Omi, and it did not sink."

   "(Ger) They lie to you, Kimi.  Everyone knows half the English were sunk
at the `Skaggeraksieg'." (Skaggerak Victory)

   "(Ger) They call the battle, Jutland, Omi, and they say they won it."

   "(Ger) The English can say what they like.  Your cousin Johan was there,
on the `Derflinger,' and he said their ships were blowing up everywhere. 
He said he hit the `Invincible' with his own turret.  They gave him a medal
for it.  They got the honours, y'know, shared with the `Von der Tann.' They
won it?  Never!"

   "Kimi, what is your grandmother saying?" asked Jock.

   "She told me she's likes Galston and is glad to be here."

   "You Germans have a long-winded way of saying things," Jock said,
shaking his head.

   Omi Kasemann began referring to Herman and Bruno as her `boys', and it
was some time before she allowed them to head back to camp.

   They had to shift the cot in the Smyth's spare room away from the
window, fetch and carry things for her and generally make a fuss.  Jean
Smyth bridled at her dominating manner.

   "I think we have a cuckoo in the nest," she told Jock, "I'm not sure how
long I can put up with her.  She'd rearrange the whole cottage if she had
the strength."

   "She won't be here too long."

   "Aye, she's too `Prussian' for my liking and I can't understand a word
she says.  She could be calling me a witch for all I know."

   "Maybe," Jock considered, "she'd be partial to a little toddy?"

   Mrs.  Smyth dug her husband in the ribs,

   "Now Jock, I wouldn't want to kill the old battleaxe," she said.

   The wedding had become known as `the German Wedding' and had caused a
few divisions in the village.  Although most people liked Kimi, the war was
too fresh in most people's minds.  A good number of POW's would be there
and that was more than many of the villagers could stand.

   On the morning of the ceremony, Kimi dressed at the camp under the
administration of Gefreiter Gerry Klein, a tailor in civilian life.  Kimi's
best man was to be Bruno Lody who, for the occasion, had assembled most of
the dress uniform of a U-boat man.  Most of the German guests had gathered
some kind of uniform.  Someone suggested that this was to be the final
operation of the old Imperial Navy.

   Kimi was escorted in a solemn procession from the camp to the church. 
He rode in a gig followed by an honour guard of the Kaiser's Navy.  Kimi
felt very embarrassed by it all.  At least no one produced a German flag.

   At the church, the Germans filed past the knot of curious onlookers into
the church and were directed to the groom's side.  At the front of the
aisle, Omi Kasemann was holding court.  She reminded Kimi of one those
portraits of Queen Victoria.

   Across the aisle Eliza's mother dabbed her eyes and looked a little
bewildered.  Newly arrived from Norway she and her husband had only a few
days to meet everybody.

   The wedding march played, as her father escorted Eliza down the aisle.
He was dimly aware of the hushed comments from the crowd and Jock Smyth at
the back closing the doors behind them.  Kimi swayed slightly and his mind
was a little fogged.  Back at the camp he'd been given a potent draft of
homemade schnapps, `to stiffen his resolve.'

   Eliza looked beautiful, he thought, in her `broiderie anglais' gown.  At
her buttoned up neck glittered a silver broach, a present from her parents.

   Somehow Kimi got through the service without fumbling.  He even said `I
do' confidently, feeling the calm presence of Bruno by his elbow.

   The party spilled out next door, to the church hall.  That is, after the
obligatory photo on the steps.  A generous supper had been laid out on long
tables and the newly weds were ushered to the top table.  Omi Kasemann was
seated on Kimi's other side, still with her `boys' hovering nearby.

   Speeches were given in both languages.  Bruno had a fair command of
English and managed tolerably well.  After the official toast Mrs. 
Kasemann rose to speak, the room hushed.

   "I... want... wish... my grandson and his... bride well," she said in a
rehearsed fashion.  "I wish... his father was here... he would this very
much like.  I speak... for him... at the wedding of his son.  Hard it is
for me... my only grandson... he will live in Danzig not... but among
...auslanderen; Englische?" she asked, leaning towards Bruno.

   "Foreigners," he answered.

   "Ja, foreigners... is very hard for me.  But you, my Kimi look after
good, dankeschon... I sit, now."

   The guest gave the old woman a round of applause.

   Eliza leaned towards her husband,

   "You've been drinking, I can smell it."

   "Just a little," he answered.

   Kimi and Eliza were escorted to their cottage by a piper.  Following
them a boisterous crowd of revelers followed, occasionally shouting out
some ribald remark.

   When they reached their door an improvised choir of POW's insisted on
singing a song for them.  Naturally it was a song of the sea.  A farewell
to the fishing boats setting out into the Baltic or the North Sea, a song
of hope for a successful voyage and a safe return.

   Jock and Bruno mustered their respective countrymen and led them away
from the Kasemanns.  A few wanted to stay and offer the newly weds some
more advice and it took a little shoving to dissuade them.

   "On your bike you drunken bastard," Kimi heard Jock tell someone.

   "Come on, your ship is pulling out," said Bruno in German.

   Inside the little cottage a fire had been lit.  Candles had been placed
around the sitting room and a bottle of Champagne was on a table beside the
two-seater.

   Eliza disappeared into their bedroom to change from her wedding dress.
Kimi took off his jacket and loosened his shirt.

   When Eliza returned she was wearing a dressing gown, tied around the
waist with a cord.  Meanwhile, Kimi had filled two glasses with the
Champagne.

   Eliza sat next to Kimi and accepted the drink.  For a while they gazed
into the fire.  Eventually Kimi asked his wife,

   "Are you happy?" Eliza nodded.

   "I'm sorry," she said, "I just feel a bit strange... a bit nervous.  I'm
not sure what to do."

   "You don't?" asked Kimi, putting an arm over her shoulders.

   "Not that... I know what you're thinking," she giggled.  "It's just
that... you build yourself up for this moment... I mean your whole life...
and now it's arrived... I... I just want it to be... special.  I don't want
to disappoint you, Kimi," Eliza told him.

   In response, Kimi leaned in and kissed her, gently at first.  He brushed
across her lips and nibbled around her jaw to her ear.  From her ear he
descended down the side of her neck.  Eliza put her hand up and ran it
through his hair.

   "You look so beautiful in the firelight," he told her, "you could never
disappoint me."

   "Oh Kimi!" she replied, I love you."

   Kimi stood up and pulled Eliza up from the settee.

   "Let's go to bed," he said.

   They walked into the bedroom to find it had been lit with candles also.
The freshly made bed had been turned back.  A single red rose lay on the
pillow.

   "See," said Kimi, " someone's gone to a lot of trouble for us."

   They stood by the bed and kissed.  As Eliza caressed her husband, Kimi
slowly untied the cord of her dressing gown.  Pulling the gown off her
shoulders he found she was wearing a shimmering satin nightie.

   Eliza undid the buttons of Kimi's shirt and he shrugged it off.  She ran
her hands over his bare chest.  Kimi undid his belt and fly buttons and
shyly dropped his trousers.  He sat on the bed to shed his socks and shoes.

   Uncertainly, Eliza climbed into the bed.  Standing up Kimi took down his
underpants.  Eliza blushed when his stiff cock came into view.  Kimi
quickly jumped into bed beside her.

   As they kissed, Eliza whole body began to tingle, especially her pussy.
It scared her a little and excited her at the same time that, at last, she
would be taking Kimi's hardness into her most intimate place.

   Their kisses grew hotter and more urgent.  Kimi began to slide her
nightie up her legs.  She flushed at the feel of his fingertips on the
inside of her thighs.  She lifted her bottom so he could slide the gown up
and over her head.  Now she was as naked as he was.

   Kimi took particular care, this time.  He didn't want to spoil it for
his wife so he gently ran his hands over her body.  He followed with little
butterfly kisses, on her tummy, chest and eventually her breasts.

   Eliza's nipples ached in her arousal.  She longed to have Kimi kiss and
suck them and she directed his face to them.  Kimi nibbled and licked them,
listening to his wife's heavy breathing.  He kissed his way down to her
tummy button while his hands stroked her inner thighs.

   As Kimi went back to kiss Eliza's mouth, his wife reached down and
touched his cock.

   "Are you ready now?" she whispered.

   "Are you?" he whispered back.

   "I think so... do you think it will hurt?"

   "I don't know... I'll be gentle."

   "I know you will... shall we try it?  I... I think it's open... um...
my... down there."

   Kimi reached down and felt for her entrance.  Eliza jerked slightly.

   "See?" she said, "do you think it's ready?"

   "It's wet..."

   "Yes of course... so you can slide your thing in, twit."

   "I know... I'm not that dumb."

   "So?"

   "So what?"

   "So are you going to get on top of me, silly."

   Kimi rolled on top of Eliza and settled between her legs.  His cock
settled along her slit.  He instinctively slid it up and down.

   "Oh, that's nice... keep doing that... uh... Mmm.  You are so...
beautiful, my love."

   "Shall we?"

   "Yes... I'll guide it... with my hand... there... in there... oh."

   Kimi pushed the bulb of his penis into her vaginal entrance.  He took
care to allow Eliza to adjust to the new sensation.

   "I don't think it's going to... go in," Kimi said.

   "Yes it will, push a little harder... it's alright... uh... no, it's
alright... keep going... push it... oh.  I feel... so full... uh... my
hymen... you need to break it."

   "I know!  I don't want to... hurt you."

   "Do it, Kimi...you need to... now!"

   Kimi hugged his wife tight and drew back for the hard thrust that would
take her virginity.  Together they counted 1,2,3 and Kimi pushed.  With a
sharp jab of pain Eliza felt it tear.  Kimi held her and told her he was
sorry.

   "It's alright, Kimi.  Just stay there for a while, Ok?  Don't move."

   After a while they experimented with some gentle movements.  They
enjoyed grinding their pubic bones together, it was comfortable for Eliza
and it kept Kimi hard.

   "Try pushing it in and out a little more," she told him, "not too fast."

   "Is that alright?" Kimi asked her.

   "Yes, much better... go right in... it's ok... uh... uh... like that...
uh... nice..."

   They found a nice steady rhythm.  Kimi was carefully avoiding too much
friction lest he pushed himself to come too soon.  His concern for Eliza's
comfort delayed his own crisis.

   Eliza head was thrown back, she was breathing hard and concentrating on
the feeling.

   "Much better," she gasped, " go faster...Mmm... oh... oh... uh... oh
Kimi... uh... oh... harder... oh... faster... Mmm... ooohhh... Mmm... uh...
oh..."

   Eliza screwed up her face and shuddered.  Kimi stopped thrusting and
asked her, concerned,

   "Are you alright?"

   "Yes... fine..." she replied panting, "you... haven't... finished?"

   "No."

   "Then... go on... it's ok."

   Kimi resumed thrusting in and out, Eliza holding him by the hips,
feeling his muscles contract and relax.

   Kimi propped himself on his hands and watched his wife's face, and her
jiggling breasts.  He was now free to find the friction he had avoided and
it wasn't long before he could feel himself building up for his orgasm.

   "Oh Eliza..." he moaned as felt himself coming.

   "That's it... I can feel you... shoot it in me... oh... it's ... so
hot," Eliza gasped.  Later, they were lying in each other arms, gently
stroking.  The candles were still glowing, turning their naked flesh a
bronze colour.

   "What a mess, down there," Eliza said.

   "Someone left a towel, look."

   Kimi took a towel from off the nightstand and handed it to his wife. 
She put it between her legs.

   "How are you feeling?" Kimi asked.

   "A little sore, and sensitive.  I'm glad it's happened, though.  And I'm
glad it's with you.  You are so gentle with me.  I'm so lucky."

   "So you're not sorry you didn't go out with the Americans?"

   "No.  Are you sorry didn't go out with a big, busty German woman."

   "Or a Pole?  Danzig is full of Polish.  They ran away from Russia.  No,
I'm content my love.  You are so pretty."

   They held each other as they fell asleep.