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Auto Reinhardt was the son of a famous general he had homes both in Berlin and the country side, and he was a great supporter of the Fuhrer. He had married young, in his teens and stayed wed long past the prime of his wife. When he looked at his wife he saw only the years that had passed her by. "I am going to the country" The black staff car was waiting for him in front of his brick manor house. He would never have slept with the help that would have been a humiliartion to a proud german woman.

His son had taken Latin at 13 he was already a little scholar in the making with marks any father would be proud of. He had met his mistress a young Jewess who was well educated and traveled beyond even Europe. "But sir what man woudl drive himself" the Autobahn was not finished and given the environment might never be. He could drive many kilometers in only an hour, all the way to her small cottage. The yard was well maintained by a neighboring child he paid to make sure her home was well kept.

He opened the door he could see his Frau in the kitchen cooking something his wife had become so useless. She could do little more then plan ways to spend his families money and complain about his work. "Frau i wave a gift for you" he moved opening the front gate he had not honked the horn. His clothing was made up of a long leather coat a military hat and dress gray uniform under neath above his leather boots. He rand and swam every weekend when he was not riding or fishing, this gave him an excellent body for his age.
 
Rebekah had come from a well-known Jewish family known for its strict religious views and kind ways. Her father owned a furniture shop, selling quality carved items, and her mother ran a bakery. At twenty-two, she was the second of three children. Her sister, Delilah, was twenty-five and married while her brother was nineteen and helped her father run the business. Even at a young age, she knew she did not want to follow the traditional route of marrying and raising numerous children so she shocked her parents by choosing to attend a university in England. Extremely intelligent, the young woman soared through her studies and upon graduation she became employed as a secretary for the German military. Though she had chosen to study literature and aspired to be a writer, it was a respectable job she could be proud of while her writing career took off.

Auto had come easily into her life. He was strong and well-spoken, so unlike the other Jewish boys her mother thought suited her. He was ripe with wisdom and though he was proud of his country, he was not a reckless soldier. Their affair had happened quickly, so full of passion and desire. It was not the type of life she wanted, having a secret relationship with a married man that must remain hidden from her family, but by the time she realized he was wrong for her, her emotions were too far invested in him. She wanted to quit the habit, but not quit the man.

The war began before anyone could realize it. Hitler and his army were quickly extinguishing her people, discriminating against a race and religion that was not like his own. Rebekah knew she would have been one of the first to be weeded out and sent to the concentration camps if Auto had not intervened to save her. He risked his life to keep her alive, gathering papers and quickly shipping her off to a cottage hidden in the countryside. She had begged not to go, pleaded with him to save her family instead but one look from him told her it was too late. It wasn't his responsibility to risk his own family to save hers. She wanted to stay with them, but he would not allow it.

The cottage kept her cut off from the world except for the likes of him and the neighboring boy who took care of her lawn. She was completely alone and isolated, only given company when he could pry himself from his wife and son. Though he assured her that the war would end soon, she knew the way his pupils dilated when he spoke was the indicating mark that he was lying to her. Night after night, she lived in fear: fear of both being caught and of hearing her family had been sent to a concentration camp. She didn't know where they were or if they were still alive, but she prayed they had fled the country already. What broke her heart the most was that her family didn't know of her whereabouts either. To the military, she had run away, thus she had become a fugitive. Auto couldn't correct them; he would have ended up on the wrong side of a firing squad.

Dusk was settling over the woodlands. Afraid to build a fire, the young woman sat in a rocking chair with blankets covering her petite frame. A cup of hot tea was in her hand, the steam warming her bronzed face. Her mahogany waves were tied back with a simple ribbon, eyes the color of coffee watching the door while a gun lay at her feet. She heard the roar of the car pull into the driveway. Tensing, she reached down for the gun. As he burst through the door, she aimed it at his face but put it down quickly as she recognized the man in the doorway.
 
Auto was an only child his father unlike himself had married for love taking up a young Irish barmaid when away on leave. He served in the first world war and hated the nay and air force with a passion. He had been brought out of retirement to construct the Atlantic wall. Had it not been for his transfer to the western front the would have found out about his relationship. “My father made this cottage with his own two hands“ he had helped him rough hew the boards from old fallen wood. The boar had been more then enough to pry it from the murky depths.

Auto took of his hat revealing short black hair blacker then pitch and as youthful as his time of basic training. “My precious Rebekah” he held out his arms taking her in them he leaned her over the table. He kissed her lips the same that had worshipped that small man who may one day lead Europe to ruin. The Italians were the soft belly of Europe and always had been. He could smell stew wafting around the kitchen he sat down placing her on his strong hips. “Have you read all the books I found you“ books were like a drug in Europe an even more expansive.

“My wife is planning a great ball I should have the entire weekend“ The cabin had once been a hunting lodge. The walls were decorated with dead animals before he had them painted white with a sky full of clouds. He had the windows replaced with stain glass from a church. She was Jewish and most the themes were not religious but animals and knights and castles. He was in love with her youth the way she ate up the world and all the news he gave her. Even the war was one more adventure that he could explain to her making himself the hero.

He stood up pulling out a laundry list of items from books to fresh ingredients for her stew pot. “you should see Berlin my Schatz (treasure) he lifted her up spinning her around before setting her down. He placed the record on the record player placing his hand in hers the other on her waist. “The Russians are on there last leg and I am sorry to say the stubborn British force us to bomb the city of London to ruble” he did not like to give her bad news. The allies should just surrender France was already blooming once more under German care.
 
In the grave time of war and death, Auto was like a fresh flower blooming in the spring. He was always so light-hearted when he came to visit her, though as a soldier, his demeanor should be far worse than her own melancholy outlook on life. She should hate him by association, should loathe him entirely for his treatment of and involvement in the executions of her people. She couldn't, though, even if she wanted to. He never looked at her once like the other Germans had seen her: filthy and a waste of life. He saw the beauty in her dark eyes and hair, never once claiming he wished her locks were flaxen and her brown orbs blue.

She ran easily into his arms, clutching him to her frail body. Her fingers grasped his shirt, holding tightly as he dipped her back to kiss her. Head nodded toward the stack of books by the hearth, the pile disheveled and piled erratically as if she had sifted through all of them before finding the one she wanted. "Yes, there isn't much else to do here except read."

Though she knew why he mentioned her, Rebekah didn't want to hear about his wife or son. It was the other life he lived, the world in which she could not belong. It was a German world where he fought wars and killed Jews. In that world, Rebekah could no longer exist. Her God and his were the same, but somehow that separated her from the category of living to that of the deceased. Still, she was glad he would be here with her, easing her fear of the others like him.

He maneuvered her so easily, lifting and spinning her around. When she was back on the ground and he began to speak of Russia, her hands reached to tug at his. "Auto, what of Delilah and her husband? She is with child. My parents and brother, are they safe?" They were the same two questions she always asked him, but each time she hoped to hear a different answer.
 
It was hard to juggle so many people especially the men who were always dealt with first. "You're brother and You're sisters fiance are on the front digging tank trenches" The Russians were not always on the defensive. While hard labor in extreme conditions the labor gangs at least were not be executed. There was always need to fix roads or throw up a latrine jobs that normal soldiers would not have to do. "You're sister and mother are in General Hoffman's home" he was one of a few sensitive German officers. For one reason or another, mainly greed some officers protected jewish woman.

He continued to dance he could see that she was in the grip of a deep fear he body trembled against his. "My treasure you know i would let nothing happen to you" Her father was missing too old for work. It was possible that he had ended up in a camp he had great reach but he could not control fate. He held her close to him as he danced he tried to think of something to raise her spirits. He found it hard not to talk about his other life so he talked about the war trying to put a positive spin on it.

"Now the harvest festival will be taking place all over the country most of the soldiers will be too busy to search for one young Jew" He did not often let her out of the house and only in his company. No one would question a German general and his mistress most looked the other way not even thinking to ask of she was a Jew. "Now i have a new dress for you so i want you to get dressed" he gave her rear a gentle slap.
 
There was an audible sigh heard from her lips, relief rushing over her in hearing that her mother and sister were safe while at least her brothers were out of the camps. He did not mention her father, and Rebekah was simply too afraid to ask him specifically of his well-being. "I don't understand why so many German officers are risking their necks." She whispered, though she meant it more for herself than for him. "Don't you think about your wife and son when you come out here with me? If we were ever discovered I would be slaughtered on-site while you were made to watch the brutality of your wife and son before you were executed. Are you sure I'm worth that risk?"

He held her close to him, his arms encircling about her to keep her steady to him. She believed he believed he would never let harm come her way, but they both knew how easily they could become casualties of war. How much longer could she hide in the woods until she was caught just like so many others? She buried her face in the curve of his chest, trying to let the music take over the mood.

He certainly was trying to brighten her somber spirits, his hand playfully slapping at the curvature of her behind. She pulled back, forcing the best smile she could. A new dress seemed out of place for a time like this, but she would welcome anything that made them happy. "Okay." Standing on tip-toe, she reached up and kissed his nose.
 
"Not everyone has the same reason, a man i know called Schindler is running a factory full of Jews" Some had Jewish relatives others simple did it as a show of there power and intelligence there was not one reason. He placed his case a small arm table sitting in the chair he unpacked his pipe. Lighting up he unfolded the paper most of it was nonsense propaganda like a planned invasion of the states through Alaska. He watched her size up the dress in a ornate full lentgh mirror.

He watched her spin around the war and other events had made life hard for a great many people. His own career as teacher and investment banker had been cut short to bolster the younger inexperienced officers. As a youth he had become a low ranking officer as was customary his rank increase while in not actual service. "You should pack some things" the hill outside town and the square would all be decked out. It would be a short walk to the square and then to the hill.

He stood up folding the paper over his arm he smiled watching her dress out of the corner of his eye. "I may be able to bring you're brother to a neighboring town the mayor needs help repairing his house" He smiled the door was still open he decided he would help her pack a few things. "you know i think you may meet some new friends" it was another reason he moved her she had to give up her old life or she may get caught.
 
He was keen on ignoring her direct questions, instead choosing to slight alter the subject. While he dug through his case for his pipe, Rebekah took the dress into the small bedroom. The door was left ajar, no reason to hide herself from him. Hands reached to unbuckle the belt at her waist. Fingers crept up her back, undoing the buttons that held the fabric in place. It slid to the floor, leaving her in a white slip and her garters and stockings.

Stepping into the new garment, she fastened it on her body. It was pretty enough, though she thought it was the last thing she needed. A hand smoothed out the front of it, turning from side to side in the mirror to see how well it fit. Coming back into the room with him, she kissed his cheek. "Thanks for the dress."

He stood to start packing up some of her items, leaving her completely confused. She placed her palm atop his hand, stopping him. "Wait, what are you doing, Auto?" She asked, not wanting to leave. "Where am I going? You know, you avoid a lot of my questions, but I'm not ignorant. I know there is a war going on and I know that Hitler, your Commander, is killing my people. I thank you for keeping my family safe, but you can't expect me to dance around like everything is okay."
 
He placed his hands on her he was a soldier and historian so lived with the idea of death every day. "The war is no going as well as it should, we are stretched on all fronts you have already seen the shortages" Germany was fighting the world and the world was fighting back Germany was being bled dry. Many people hired Jews because they had no choice men went to war and women worked the factories.

"I know he is a mad man and may destroy this country i love". Some said he invaded Russia blaming communism on the Jews. Sleep had eluded both of them sending men to die was a heavy burden. He wrapped his arms around her feeling her small warm body, the country was becoming so cold. Cold and dangeorus anyone could be sent to the wesetern front a death sentces.

Hitler was a mad man seeing enemies in every place the plot to kill Hitler he knew of only in passing was only going to make it worse. "You are alive and so are many of you're love ones, as for my own family i have made plans" if worse came to worse she could run he had papers blackmail. That would make good reading to a half dozen double agents that the German intelligence were feeding miss information too. "Now you can use a but of happiness, if anyone is more deserving then you i have not met such a saint" he kissed her lips gently.
 
Rebekah captured his large hands and tugged them around her thin waist. Her head sank into his chest, her ear pressed firmly against the portion of his ribcage that protected his heart. It was unfair, this war. She and her people were simply victims of circumstance, completely undeserving of the torture the Germans were putting on them. She trusted no one, save for Auto. In fact, he could at any time turn her over to a camp if he pleased. She knew there was a price on her head, but she also trusted him enough to keep her safe.

"He seeks to destroy us, Auto. We who have done nothing wrong to him. All because my family does not believe the way that he does. Are we not all God's children, Auto? Are we, the Jews, not His chosen people?" She paused, not wanting to pick a fight with the man she loved.

Her lips kissed back, though she caught something he said that displeased her. "Your family? Your wife and son?" Pulling away from him, she walked over to the pretty stained glass window and leaned against it. "In another world I wish that you and I could be family. That will never be, I accept that. Maybe you should tend to them more. They're in as much danger as I am."
 
His family was rotten from the roots handed everything in life taking it like manna from heaven the just due. "They will be fine, my wife knows how to treat the officer core" not that she woudl be so bold as to actually sleep with them. He was tired of thinking about the acts of madmen and politicians. "Sometimes i yearn for the battle field you are only likely to be shot if running away" Soldiers did not shoot there own they had a code of ethics, unless ordered to break it.

"Shh you know that it is the wheel of history, the Jews invaded there homeland in Palestine before there was a Palestine, then the Muslims invade all of The Arabian, Northern Africa and Spain. He felt like a teacher again those eyes so young he could have been back at the university where she should be. "Should you not have some fun some happiness" he kissed her lips before loading up the staff car.

People from miles around were coming he even saw among the hundreds a yellow star or two mostly working for the ditch diggers. "Now you must enjoy yourself, or how can i" He smiled as he stopped the car. Plucking her out he spun her around and placed a flower on her chest. "Now enough talk of the war people will think you unpatriotic" he teased whipping away a single tear.
 
There was nothing else for her to say to him. For a soldier, his head was high up in the clouds. Falling completely silent, she listened to him recite the history of her people, as if she didn't already know it. She nodded at the appropriate times, though she made no motion to verbally speak back to him.

Yet, she had to smile as he danced her around. She didn't see where he had plucked the flower, but she let it stay in place in the slit of where her dress buttoned down the front. He had loaded the car, though she didn't recall putting any of her belongings in it. Too preoccupied by her own thoughts, she gathered, to notice he'd packed her items.

Her hand reached for his, unwilling to let it go. "Where are you whisking me away to, Auto? I'll only leave from here if you promise to stay at my side." And she meant it. If he intended for her to run again, she would not do it.
 
He watched her sometimes the world around her seemed to fade from her mind and nothing knew could enter it. "The harvest festival, food, dancing, fireworks" He smiled at her as they drove it was a short trip. He smiled the bandstand was set up over the fountain that was turned off for the occasion. The band was empty half it size and more then a third of those were woman who may not be able to play well.

"You know i see you and i don't think about my life, i feel to free" The war should have long been over but Hitler only expanded it. He should not have trusted the Niponese who had only recently come to power. The Russians were a second rate power but even they had been able to hold them back. "I rented a villa i don't think we will want to drive back" he held her close always an arm around her waist. No one gave them a second look even those who knew he was married did not let there eyes linger.
 
"The festival?" She asked. Hadn't he mentioned that before? If so, it must have completely escaped her troubled mind. Did he think it wise for them to be seen together? After all, who knew what kind of trouble could be found just by appearing in public. While they drove the short way, Rebekah's head was buried into the curve of his shoulder. Her hand stayed at his knee, lightly clutching the fabric of his trousers.

When the car stopped, she let him help her out of it. Dark hair was fixed in loose waves, more of a natural look than made. She scanned the scene for other women, noting that her fine dress was a better attire than most of theirs. Then again, most of them didn't have a German soldier on their arms.

She had to admit, the music was a comfort. For a moment, she forgot who both of them were. "No more talks of war, Auto." Grasping his shirt, she turned him toward her. A soft hand reached for his face, pulling it close to hers as she gently kissed his lips. "Even if this ends badly, for tonight just you and me."
 
He moved her over to a table punch sat in a bowl mixed with fruit it was not yet mixed with any alcohol. "I have heard that there is at least a dozen Jews in the area" He spoke low so that no one would hear. All places of worship outside of the state Christian church had been closed for years outlawed by the government. He watched her cradlle the cup in her hands he was sure he would enjoy her company.

"How is you're worship" While he enjoyed his time with her happiness was first and foremost in his mind. He could see she was worried about something her eyes wondered back and forth to the men mostly. He watched her move towards a chair but took her hand led her to the dance floor where a waltz was taking place.

Most of the men and women did not know how to dance well being simple country folk who knew very few things. "Please enjoy yourself i will try an see yo more often". Faith was important but he also wanted to enjoy her company. He held her close moving over the paving stones as teh music played.
 
His voice was hushed as he spoke, mentioning other people that shared her blood and religion roaming about the area. She took a cup of the fruity punch to be polite, though she hardly made a motion to tilt it to her poised red lips. Though her faith was unrelenting, she hadn't attended a public service in such a long time. She knew that He listened to her constant prayers; she had been kept safe this long purely because of that.

Before she could wander off elsewhere, Auto had grabbed her hand and was tugging her to the dancefloor. She recalled that there was a time when she would have loved to waltz about the place with an audience, their eyes watching her glide in an eloquent poise of pure grace.

While he chose to move about the area, her frame was perfectly held in place. Chin was pointed up, hand barely rested across the back of his shoulders. There was a moment when she thought she heard herself laugh, but maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her. "Aren't you afraid?" She asked him, continuing to waltz about. "That one of your fellow soldiers will come in at any moment?"
 
He laughed any officer was just as likely to be doing the same thing that he was doing at this moment and not likely to tell. "I have enough to keep myself safe not all men are as saintly as i" He smiled kissing her openly in public it was a risk if one of them was caught, his men he may roll up and over his superior to save himself. That was why he made sure all of his men were the not the very best or the very worst. He dipped the beautiful Jewess as he danced he was very good not that his wife would have noticed.

"We should be safe her Hitlers power is not as great as he believes it even the SS is cracking" theft drunkenness was growing everyday especially on the western front were the life of a new recruit was measured in days or weeks. Auto absorbed the beauty of his mistress her dark hair and eyes. He had known many such women before his arranged marriage but none had been so bright, and full of life.

He would have married her on the steps of the capital building if he would have not been shot only moments latter. "Relax i know more then a little about intelligence" Being only a step or two down from Hitler had its advantages. Often he was reading reports, and altering them before the fuhrer ever got them. It had been so long since he danced been among real Germans. "No my treasure is there anything in the world you could wish for"
 
He seemed so fearless, like there was nothing anyone could say or do to weaken his resistance. She wondered if his family was threatened would he even notice or care? Chin tilted so that her face was pointed toward his. There were times when she thought about his son, the boy that she would never see. How much like his father was he? Did he look like him or was he more like the woman that kept Rebekah and Auto apart?

When she asked if there was anything she could wish for, she thought to tell him yes. Yes, she wished the war would end. Yes, she wished Hitler's tyranny and terrorizing would cease. Yes, she wished that someone would overthrow him and all his racist soldiers. Yes, she wished that America would come liberate her people from the destructive camps. Yes, she wished her family could be united and at peace again. Yes, she wished her sister's child could be born into peace.

Shaking her head, she shrugged her slender shoulders. "No, I'm alive. My family is alive. What more could I really wish for?" The song ended, people scattering about to enjoy drinks. Glancing around, she felt like many pairs of eyes were on the two of them. She reached for his hand again, her red-painted fingertips coiling around it in comfort.
 
Auto had never been a man to let anything get in the way of what he wanted not any man beast or even time. "Good i was worried" he could easily tell she was holding back most people were not as forceful as himself. As often as it was a help it was a hindrance his own brother had been left behind. They had been so close until he had been married to the woman he was in love with it had been years since they last met.

"I know you are no child my treasure but may i win you this" while many of the games were for children they had there share of adult items. He tossed the ball into the air with the ease of his past youth. He wanted to give her the world with a bow so that she need not be afraid but he could not give her the world nor could he wave his hands and send the soldiers, or prisoners home to there families.

He smiled as he tossed the ball his large arm was more then enough to knock over the milk bottles and win the hairpin. He moved her hair out of her face using the pair of them to expose her soft features. "You may not be perfect but you have always been more then this old man deserves" he continued to walk challenging the younger and older couples to stop them or impeded there travel.
 
"No need to worry." She replied flatly, showing no emotions in the words. In fact, he should not have worried about her. There was enough going on that she should be the least of his concerns. She remembered the days when they first met. How handsome and tall he seemed to her then, like a treasure just beyond reach. Before the days of war; before the ways when she was hunted like a criminal. And, no matter how much she told him she did not want to speak any further on the subject of war, she knew well that it would never be far from her more forefront thoughts.

He easily led her through the festival where children played and adults laughed and danced with drinks sloshing about in their hands. When he halted to win her a prize, she stood back and watched. His arm was quick, his aim sharp as he sent the ball tumbling into the empty bottles. When he won, she clapped in praise. "Ah, well done, my love!" Yes, she had publicly deemed him her love and he was, even if he wasn't really hers to claim.

She stood perfectly still while he raked the pretty combs into the sides of her hair. "How do they look?" She asked, pursing her lips in a pose. Far more than the old man deserved, he had stated. Arms wrapped around his firm waist, head tucked into his chest while they walked through the throngs of people. Their future together may be short, but it was a memory she would forever cherish.
 
The parade had been the day before but he could not get away to be with her that was a shame as it had been one to remember. The entire parade was covered in flowers and or colored paper and engines had been installed in all the floats. There had been singing and dancing as well as a full contingent of soldiers. "You are a vision of beauty". At moments he had felt like a dolting father more then a lover. He was not that old to have a daughter her age but he was far older then her.

vegetable carving was popular it was of all sizes and varieties carved into flowers and animals that were set off by candle light. "You see they give out prizes for pies and such" of course she knew she was not a child. She had been to more then one festival but he loved to show her around and show her. The event was moving in and out of homes people were feeding people and giving out gifts.

"You know seeing you like this makes me feel like a mad bull" his desire to take her to a barn and reenact there first night was almost overpowering. He smiled giving her a small pinch he felt like a youth back at university. "you know i could almost eat you all up" he laughed sitting her down to watch the band.
 
For months, she had been sequestered in that cottage out in the middle of the country. It was a nice place, she wouldn't argue that, but it felt nice to be out into the fresh air. Here, people were making fools of themselves, spilling alcohol onto their pressed clothes. "Thank you." She replied to the compliment, feeling no reason to linger over it.

As they passed various booths, she paused when he pointed out the vegetable carving. It was truly a great spectacle to see, all those people intricately carving various objects into gourds and hard melons. One man smiled at her as he began to carve a silhouette into a white pumpkin that vaguely resembled her. "Oh, Auto, look!" She pointed, bending into a curtsy of appreciation to the vendor. "Good evening, sir." She said to him, waving as the pair carried on throughout the buzzing atmosphere.

She heard his comment pass over the music resonating from the band. Leaning across him, she pressed her lovely lips to the hollow of his throat. "We don't have to stay here any longer if you don't want to." She whispered, unsure if he heard her over the tunes. "We can leave if you'd like."
 
He bought them for her placing them on a table in the center to light the small table cloth and plate or roasted vegetables. "You see people don't care" only the girl serving wine and beer noticed the two of them. She gave them a rather nasty look and swung her ass around in his view as she cleared a table across from them.

"Some people just don't understand love" he sat her on his lap as he fed her. He knew that she could do it for herself but he loved doing things for her. He loved to bather her soft skin and even bathe with her. He looked at her soft milky white skin as he placed another bit of roast vegetable into it.

He wanted to ravage her as he had when they first met perhaps they could leave before the fireworks and be back in time. "There is a wagon ride we could jump off and have some time alone" there were plenty of spots like in a barn or under a bridge any place there was enough room to have a good fuck. "Its been so long i think if i had to wait much longer i would die of thirst"
 
She had a few quips for responses to his comment about love, but she held her tongue. Blame her education, but she was more outspoken than other women of their time. "Know your place" was a statement that never once applied to her.

He was hard to follow, constantly leading her in opposite directions to create full circles. The next thing she knew, she was being pulled into his lap and fed. She knew he meant well, but she thought this made her looks like more of a trophy on display than a person. Leaning into his knee, she compliantly opened her mouth to accept the small bites. He seemed to have rendered her helpless, in capable of taking care of herself. It was a wonder, sometimes, that he even let her dress herself.

She knew well what he meant when he spoke of a wagon for privacy. This public display was not something she was accustomed to, nor did she like the thought of looking less than decent to other women. Surely they would notice her disheveled look. "Okay." She agreed, climbing off his lap. "You lead the way."
 
The wagon was driven by an old coach horse once it learned a path it needed no help in following it easily. "Her i can help you up" She was to quick for him and jumped up onto the soft hay of the wagon. He pulled himself up by her as the horse began to move her kissed her lips waiting till they were out of view. "you know this reminds me of are first time" it had not been there absolute first time but there first together.

The trees continued to close in on the small road making it smaller and smaller as the woods became thicker. "You know i have the feeling i may get lucky" he was feeling more and more like a young man. He placed his hand on her ass pulling her on top of his strong body he could tell she was a normal shy woman. He could not help that he was an older man needing the attention of a younger woman.

"You see the moon" he saw fireworks explode in the sky where did the time go he thought as the cart emerged from the small forest. There were only a few people with lanterns some already leaving some just arriving. He pulled the horse off into a barn his desire for her growing by the minute. "Rebekah you make me feel like a young man as i f i could change the world"
 
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