Spies and Lovers

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The phone rang as I stepped into my black heels and attached my faux pearl clip-on earrings. Hugo put his watch on and picked up the receiver; the muted voices on the other end were speaking German.“Wir haben bestätigt, dass Lotte eine Spionin ist. Bring sie herein.” (Tranlation: We have confirmed, Lotte is a spy. Bring her in.)After putting the receiver back in the cradle, Hugo didn’t turn around but just said, “We have to stop by the office before dinner.”If you could close your eyes to the swastika-clad red banners and the random luggage left in the street when a Jew was forced onto a truck, or the barricades and the destruction, then Berlin was a beautiful city. Everyone hoped it could return to its former glory after the war.The cool night air made it an easy decision to walk the short distance to the Third Reich Headquarters. Hugo’s demeanor had tightened slightly; there was tension in his cheek, and he had started to bite his nails.As we entered Headquarters, my world was immediately etimesgut escort a blur of hands grabbing me, grabbing my bag, lifting me off the ground, and pulling me into a dark room, and 24 minutes after the phone rang in Hugo’s apartment, I was handcuffed to a table.Within another 30 minutes, a mid-ranking official in the Third Reich had informed me that there was proof that I was a spy for the Allies. And that if I had any hope of getting out of here with my life, then I better answer every question the soldier asked me when I got downstairs.Again, hands grabbed me and nearly threw me down the stairs. If the accommodations in the cell upstairs were raunchy, downstairs, in the deepest crypts of the earth, were beyond disgusting.The brutish men shoved me in a chair, my right arm stretched out and cuffed in a chain attached to the wall, and then the same was done to the left. The ogres walked out of the cell, the last one sliding the metal door closed with eryaman escort a decided thud. The finality of that thud was like a book ending, like the “The End” of my life.Seconds later, the door slid open less than a meter, and a figure slipped into the darkness of my cell. I caught the scent of the fresh soap that we washed each other with just over an hour ago, in stark contrast to the stench of dirt and sweat and other bodily fluids that made up the cacophony of smells in this small space. Hugo stepped into the light, so close I could feel his breath on my lips.“Hugo, what are you doing here? You will also be arrested,” I pleaded with him to go.“Lotte, was any part of us real? I must know. How could you do this to me? I loved you.” his voice nearly a cry from the pain.“I am sorry, Hugo, and yes, everything between us was, it is, real. I love you,” I pleaded, needing him to believe me like I needed air.I broke every rule in the handbook on this mission, sincan escort and as a result, I had been caught. I knew that I was on my own. There was no question that I had used Hugo to gain valuable information and passed it back to the U.S. and Canadian governments. But I had also fallen in love with Hugo, choosing to ignore the consequences of being discovered. There would be no rescue. I was going to die alone, in Germany, and no one would know until I missed a check-in next week.Finally, he took my face in his hands and kissed me. Slow and sorrowful at first, I could feel the pain seeping up from his soul. The vine-like angst wrapping around and around us until I could hardly breathe.As I pulled back to catch my breath, Hugo pushed the kiss further. His pain became an impious passion. His lips pressed harder on mine with a bit of desperation. His hands worked roughly to pull my shirt up and grab my breasts. Then he unzipped my pants and stroked my pussy. The fever of it made me nervous but excited too. Hugo was a tender lover and had never approached me with this much hunger.But this was a time like no other. This was our last time together. That made it more pressing than ever before; made the need to leave a lasting memory so necessary it held us both in its vice grip.

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