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    The other two couples in this room were Max Dornburg, a bearded student of twenty-two, whose poor vision and fluttering heart had kept him out of the Army, and his sweetheart Trudy Heinzelman: and Erich Luvrow, twenty-three, and his girl friend Eva Jung. Trudy was twenty, tall and slim, with closely cropped black hair styled very much like a boy's, small orange-like titties, a very supple waist, coltishly long legs with slender thighs and highset calves and a very solid, compact pair of buttocks, and soft pink skin, and gray-green eyes and a snub nose. Eva, on the other hand, was twenty, buxom and golden-haired, the true prototype of the Aryan beauty who was held in high esteem by the scientific assistants to the Fuhrer in proposing their infamous “love camp.” Here, many girls of good families, who had pure Aryan blood and lineage to recommend them, were taken for scientific breeding with Nazi soldiers and airmen, the purpose being to produce a super race. It was not looked upon as whoring, but as a noble and patriotic endeavor, and it went under Dr. Goebbels' phrase of “Strength through Joy.”
    Professor Kurt Nordheim looked around at the little group and said gravely, “We are all of us in great danger. My good neighbor, the baker Klausmann, who is loyal to the Allied cause because he is an old man and has no living relatives, and therefore does not fear death, managed to get a message through to me that those Gestapo pigs have taken my wife into custody.”
    “Herr Gott!” Kathy Flichtsen gasped, biting her Lips. “How terrible for you, dear Kurt! But it is worse than that, because she may denounce you and then they will look for all of us.”
    He gave her a glance and hid his feelings. She was vain, lustful, a completely amoral creature, but she was necessary to his project, the project whose ideal was to drive Hitler out of power and to restore sanity to Germany before it was too late. He regretted having had to go to bed with her— though it was pleasant, undeniably so. Yet it had to be done. Now she was more concerned about her own skin than poor Helga's, and God alone knew what those Gestapo devils could do to a woman in one of those questioning rooms of theirs.
    “I don't agree, Kathy,” he said levelly, “because I've always been careful never to let Helga know what I'm doing. Yes, I admit, they might be able to question her and perhaps even torture her, but they are experts at this sort of thing, you must remember. And they'll soon find out that she's absolutely innocent. In some ways, she has the mind of a child.”
    Kathy came over and stood beside his chair, then put her arm around his neck, bent and kissed him on the mouth, whispering, “That's why you should divorce her and marry me, Liebling!”
    Kathy Flichtsen was brown-haired, and she wore her shimmering tresses in two long thick braids which fell nearly to her hips. She had an arrogant but exquisitely lovely oval-shaped face, with dark blue eyes, an uptilted little nose with widely flaring wings, and a small elfish ripe mouth. Her body was really voluptuous, and Professor Kurt Nordheim, though he may have regretted the necessity of taking this selfish and vainglorious girl to bed with him, physically had to tell himself that she was truly remarkable in her insatiability and her inventiveness.
    Indeed, there had been nights after his return from a seance with Kathy that he had been so exhausted that he could not even get a hard-on for beautiful Helga who lay beside him, softly weeping because he did not seem to show her attention, did not love her anymore. And of course he hadn't dared to tell her the truth. It would be too dangerous. But now Till Eulenspeigel had already scored many successes, and some important German installations had been bombed out of existence, thanks to his own humble endeavors. So he could justify it one day when the war would be over and he could tell Helga the whole story.
    “When are we going to put out the