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[HippieChick]

Hermann Weiler

I swung the gun around to point it at the man, but I didn't take my eyes of the girl. "Perhaps in a minute, but for now, remain still while I take care of this scum."

The man looked sincerely frightened, and while some part of me seemed ashamed of taking a woman hostage, no such shame was aroused in me at the sight of this man.

"Roll over. On your belly." He complied, and I held the barrel of the gun to the back of his head where he could feel it while I put one of the three sets of handcuffs on his wrists. I tried to cuff his feet as well and only barely succeeded in getting the cuffs to lock around his ankles. He might be able to shuffle across the floor if he could ever get on his feet, but he wouldn't be able to walk, even slowly.

Sophie hadn't moved an inch. At first I'd presumed that it was out of fear, but she didn't seem seriously afraid. Perhaps she was too relieved that I'd taken out her abusive boyfriend to be afraid yet.

I approached her with the remaining pair of cuffs, and she held out her hands to me. Pangs of guilt ripped through my gut as I put the cuffs on her, but I justified them with the thought that she was just another American. They stole our homeland and the soul of our country, I thought. It didn't make the shame go away.

I pointed the gun at the girl. "Give me one of your stockings." She recoiled at the request, but I didn't want to give her a chance to think about it. "Now!"

Reluctantly, she took off one of her shoes and peeled down one of her stockings. Perhaps she didn't think of me so gallantly anymore. I took it when she was done and walked over to the cringing man. The stocking and one of his socks made a decent gag. In a matter of minutes, he was bound, gagged, and in the closet. If I needed him later, I knew where to find him.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

It was early, but I did not sleep much after returning to the base. Claire seemed to have permeated my very soul. I had given up on sleeping late and had gone to my office to handle the usual full basket of military trivia. We needed a form to requisition paper clips...... Although it was a weekend, the work never stops.

Since the paperwork was light for a change, I decided to take my beloved 'California Dreamin' up as part of the day's training mission. I called my adjuntant and had him assign a crew that was well along toward the day when they would bomb the hated Germans into submission - even though the 8th was encountering casualty rates of about 10% in every mission. The copilot was a young first lieutenant - Sam something. God, was I ever that young?

"Mixture full rich," I intoned, almost by rote, as we sat in the parking area.

 

[faith]

sitting in the dress shop....

Maggie sat in a chair facing the street. She no longer saw the drizzle as it fell on the busy street. Didn't see the man with the umbrella walking past the window towards the police station. The memories kept coming....

Fall 1920...

"Yes angel, I'll be right up. Just a word with your father first"

As he turned to enter the study, I stood in awe that this man had chosen me to love...me to wed. Andrew had the world by the tail. Everyone had told me how lucky I was. What a perfect match we were.

The gift! Now was the perfect time to give him the wedding gift. I had worked for so long. No one understood the extent of my talent. I had never shared my gift with anyone that really mattered to me. I flew to our room retreived it and headed to the study. I could see it so clearly in my minds eye. His portrait, my labor of love, over the fire place. As I approached the door I could hear Andrew talking on the phone. Perfect, the minute he hung up I would spring my surprise on him.

"...money transfer is finished!"

"Listen Hamiton, I don't care. I married your fucking bitch of a daughter like you insisted. Now sign the damn papers and finallize the merger. "

"Yes, I'll meet you in a couple of hou...."

My next thing I remember is standing at the trash bin vowing to never paint again. Barely nine months later I would break that vow...

"Mrs. Sinclair..I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you. I rechecked the order but the dresses did not come in. I'm afraid with the war and all we can't say for sure when or even if we'll be able to get them for you."

"Don't worry Carrol. We must all do our part. Just call me if they happen to come in."

As I left the shop I decided to walk over to John's office. The phone line had been busy all morning ....

 

[Yoc]

Frank Jnr

The June day is turning out to be hot.

They drive along the coastal road, Maisy jabbering away about the Dance tonight, saying how's she looking forward to it. Every time he looks at her, she flashes that lovely smile.

She's certainly happier than last night.

Finally, after half an hour, they arrive at their destination. As soon as they stop, Maisy recognises it.

"Frankie, we are at our Secret Cove." she beams. "You haven't brought me here in simply ages."

Bubbling, she leans over and gives Frank a long kiss.

"Thank you!" she says, breaking free, she jumps out of the car.

"Last one to the water is a rotten egg!" she shouts as she races away.

"Hey! No fair!" shouts Frank rushing out after her, "You've got a head start."

 

[HippieChick]

I hate to hit everyone with this so unexpectedly, but I have discovered that SRP takes up way too damn much of my time. Too much time that I need to use for other things in my life. I sincerely apologize for not giving advance notice. You may write my character out of the story or give the character to anyone who wants it. I've enjoyed writing with all of you, but it's a bit too much work for me. Thank you all, and again, sorry.

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy

Maisy laughs delightedly as she glances over her shoulder... Frank is not far behind her as she reaches the sandy beach. Her pony tail bounces... golden in the sunlight... and she's glad she thought to wear a skirt today. She feels the warmth of the sun on her legs.

Oh this was bliss... she thought happily... running as fast as she can... knowing full well Frank could catch her easily any time he wished. It felt so wickedly decadent to be doing this... she'd heard news of the possible petrol rationing... not that Mrs Taylor used the car much anyway... but still... to be just driving out to this cove... it was just as if the war was a far away dream... not this sunny reality.

She clung to the image almost desperately just as she heard Frank roar as he leapt for her. Full tackle. She gasped in surprise as she felt his momentum catch up with hers and trundle her forwards. The soft sand cushioning her fall.

"Oooommph... FRANK!" She gasps laughing.
"Gotcha!" He shouts gleefully... easing his weight from her prone form.
"You ... " laughing... "silly man!" She giggles finally catching her breath... "you were suppossed to beat me to the water not try and bury me you big oaf!" She laughed rolling over onto her back and looking up at him.

"Oh this must be heaven... I'm so glad we're here... together..." she smiled.

 

[Moneytalks]

Mrs Taylor

Marie Taylor stood mortified in the hallway... her back to Deak's now door.

OH GOD! she thinks desperately trying to will herself to forget what she'd just seen.

Being face to face with that... that image of him... naked... she suddenly realised how he was a fully grown man. What she had seen was not the body of a young boy... but a man... a very virile young man.

She struggled to come to terms with this new impression of her son. Yes... her son... she mustn't forget that. He must have been as mortified as her. Why didn't she knock... did she knock? She was sure she had... Oh God... I'm so embarrassed...

She walks quickly back into the living room and sits down.

"What am I going to say to him now?" She wondered out loud...

 

[ariosto]

A rare OOC

OOC....I'm placing this here to make sure everyone
sees it. We wish HippieChick well and regret his leaving us. The Character of the German player will be filled, I have to be out of town most of today but will attend to it tomorrow. Hang on Angel...Where are you Chele!

 

[Yoc]

Frank Jnr

He looks down at her, panting slightly.

"Oh this must be heaven... I'm so glad we're here... together..." she flashes that smile again.

He tries to think of something witty, funny but he can't.

"Me too." he says instead and he gently flicks a strand of hair from her face.

Then his face turns serious as he says quietly "I do love you, Mai."

Without thinking about it, he lowers his head towards hers, his mouth nearing hers.

 

[Yoc]

Deak

Deak takes his time as he gets dress. Then, when he thinks he has given it enough time, he goes downstairs.

He finds Mrs Taylor in the sitting room.

"Mom...?" he says, quietly. His face looking grave.

Mrs Taylor looks round at the sound of his voice.

"About upstairs, I am so sorry." he says, turning his face away as if he cannot look at her because of his embarrassment.

"Oh Deacon. It's alright. It was my fault. I should have knocked." she says.

"I feel so embarrassed, Mom." he says. "I know you are not my real mother but..."

Mrs Taylor gets up and starts towards him.

"Shh! It's alright, Deacon." she says as she takes him in her arms.

"...but as far as I'm concerned you are." he continues. "The last thing I want to happen is for that to be jeopardised. I just hope I didn't offend you."

Mrs Taylor looks up at him.

"Deacon Taylor, you have not done anything to be ashamed of." she says reassuringly, "You are a young man who..." she doesn't finish the sentence.

"Look. Nothing bad has happened. " she says, "As long as you didn't mind your mother seeing you in the buff, I say let's forget the whole thing."

"No, Mom." says Deak, "I don't mind you seeing me in the buff."

At first Mrs Taylor smiles warmly but quickly loses that smile as if registering what he has just implied.

For a moment, the two of them just stare at each other.

Then Mrs Taylor pulls away and goes into the kitchen.

"I-I am just going to make myself a coffee. Do you want one?" her voice sounding a little shaky.

"No thanks, Mom." That grin back on his face, though Mrs Taylor cannot see it. "Say, where did Maisy go this morning?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Toni Moore

The morning passed quickly as Toni waded through the list John Carmody had given her. The folk in Fair Harbor were excited at the prospect of doing something, anything to help out the war effort. The dinners would not be fancy, but the crew of the Quincy would be welcomed warmly and made to feel at home.

Her own family would have Lt. Nels Bronsen as their guest. She made a mental note to check with her mother to see if there was anything she should pick up on the way home. Davy was really going to be excited, too. The Lieutenant had been first to discover the presence of the Germans in town and Davy's abandoned bicycle.

With a grin, Toni wondered if she should invite her boss. Yes, she thought she would. And Jack. She'd ask him at lunch. Toni glanced at her watch. It was almost noon. She felt like a nervous teenager with her first big crush. And last night was like a dream...

A knock on the office door brought her out of her reverie. Toni looked up, a little surprised to see Maggie Sinclair standing there. Seems the war was bringing people together that normally would not be seen in the same company. With a mental shrug, Toni smiled and said, "Hi. How may I help you?"

Mrs. Sinclair extended her hand. "Maggie Sinclair. Is John in? He isn't expecting me."

 

[ariosto]

Jack Becker

The morning passed slowly for Jack. He spent the day welding
bulkheads on the lower decks of Hull number 21, which was still a long way from taking the water as a destroyer escort.
He didn't see Frank Moore at all. But he did see pleanty of not so guarded looks from his fellow workers.
Stan Rydjeski who had been with him during the rescue finally came right out and asked...

"Becker, how come you speak such damned good German. That Kraut took to you like a long lost brother."

Jack sighed and flipped up the welders mask.

"My name's Becker, Stan."

"So?"

"Becker is a German name. My father's from Germany, from
Augsburg....He taught me."

If Rydjeski wanted to know more, he wasn't given a chance.
Mick Ryan, the swarthy shift foreman ambled up.
"Becker, the boss want's to see you. Right now."

Oh, shit...he found out about me and Toni some how!

Ryan continued,
"The fuckin' Nazi, escaped , guess they wan't you to catch him again."

The foreman laughed,
"I'd charge 'em this time Becker!"

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Sophie Kelly

I am grateful for the German soldier's aid. I almost applaud when I see Andrew's obvious fear rise inside of him, the simpering little bastard. There is no love lost where he is concerned. You couldn't really say we had a relationship, more of a business arrangement. The pay was good but the treatment wasn't always worth it, but I have never been one that desired a career or a job for that matter.

Then the soldier aks me for my stockings. Infuriated I look at him with shock on my face, "Damnit!! Do you have any fucking idea what I have had to do to keep myself supplied in stockings? They don't grow on trees around here, ya know." The outraged glare he flashes at me quickly changes my mind. I reluctantly hand him the hose.

Once Andrew is bound and gagged, the soldier throws him in my closet. "Why don't ya just shoot the prick and get it over with? I doubt anyone will miss him too much!" The soldier looks almost horrified at my suggestion. I just shrug my shoulders. "Okay, Nazi Boy, what next?"

 

[Moneytalks]

Re: Frank Jnr

Then his face turns serious as he says quietly "I do love you, Mai."

Without thinking about it, he lowers his head towards hers, his mouth nearing hers.

Oh my... he's going to kiss me...

To Maisy, it's almost as if everything is moving in slow motion. The smell of the ocean, the sound of the waves splashing lazily across the sand, the feel of the warm soft sand beneath her and the feel of Frank's warm solid body above her.

Finally... his beautiful face coming closer. Those lips. She sighs softly as he finally reaches her. She is overwhelmed with love for him. His lips feel so right pressed against hers. He actually tastes good. She thinks idly as the kiss deepens. He smells wonderful. She thinks as her hands reach up, her fingers sliping through his silky dark hair. He'll be getting it all cut off soon, she quickly pushes that thought aside. Live for the moment Maisy... live for the moment.

She let's her hands slide down to his shoulders and pulls him closer so that he rests himself across her. Their lips part momentarily and she looks up at him dreamily.

"I love you too Frank..." his full name, not the cutsey name she uses everyday... her eyes are bright with happiness.

 

[Moneytalks]

Mrs Taylor

"I-I am just going to make myself a coffee. Do you want one?" her voice sounding a little shaky.

"No thanks, Mom." That grin back on his face, though Mrs Taylor cannot see it. "Say, where did Maisy go this morning?"

Marie Taylor busied herself in the kitchen trying to calm herself. Apon hearing Deak's question she was almost relieved to have something neutral to talk about.

"Oh..." she smiles recalling Maisy's excitement, "Maisy went out with Frank today, Frank's mother lent him her car so Maisy was really excited..." she smiles fondly as she puts the kettle on the stove to boil. "There's still some left over bacon and eggs Deacon... I splurged a little this morning as it's the day of the big dance, I thought everyone could use a bit of something special. Won't be much eggs after this I'm afraid, even with your father working for the government. We all have to do our part..." she smiles putting the plate on the kitchen table that she'd kept warm in the oven.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Nels Bronson

After dropping Sophie off at her boarding house, Nels headed back to base for a few hours shut eye before dawn patrol. Damn fine gal, Nels thought to himself. might need to give her a call sometime...

A quick shower and more nap than nights rest and Nels was up, preparing for dawn patrol. His crew was well honed, and in no time they were leaving the dock, heading off into the rising sun as Nels sipped coffee from a handless mug on the fore deck. He remembered he was expected at the USO dance tonight when they welcomed the boys from the Quincy.

Well, he thought, at least it won't be those army flying bozos.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Carter Moorhouse Sims IV

Sims woke with a slight headache which disappeared in the shower. He decided to forego breakfast at the boarding house in favor of perhaps gathering a bit more information at the local diner.

Sims seated himself without ado and looked over the menu with a grimace. Good old fashioned down home cooking, if one was particularly fond of grease, he suspected. He ordered toast and coffee from the waitress and unfolded the newspaper purchased along his way.

But, it was not the stories in the paper that held his attention. With a keen ear, he listened instead to the more pertinent news of the town as blue collar types and business men shared the gossip of the town.

The news of the Nazi's escape came as something of a shock. His mind begin turning the events he had gleaned last night at the bar. Sims eyes narrowed. for the crew to have been captured inthe first place was peculiar, not to mention how one man had managed ti defuse the situation. It might be worthwhile to stroll over to where Jack Becker worked, Sims decided, and see what might turn up there.

 

[SexyChele]

I was still thinking about Thor even during my shift, and getting teased by both Mel and the other waitresses. I shrugged off the good-natured teasing, all the while counting the hours until I would be off from work and be able to get to the hall to help out - and finally see him again. My heart skipped a beat, when suddenly Mel growled at me that a customer was waiting. Giving him a toss of my head, I walked over to the customer, who was obviously some one new to Fair Habor - and not military either.

His order was simple enough - toast and coffee - but the accent was definitely Bostonian. Yeah, stranger to this place. Nice looking in a bookish sort of way, not talkative at all.

I served the toast and coffee to the wall of stoney silence behind the wall of newpaper. Always curious about people, I noticed as he finished his coffee and walked over to give him a refill. As I filled his cup, I couldn't resist.

"I'm sorry, Mister, but I couldn't help but notice the Boston accent. Are you in our fair city on business or pleasure? Mr. - ?"

I wait for the stoney silence to break - if it ever will....

 

[ariosto]

Jack Becker

The police chief had a problem fitting his girth behind Jimmy Pattersons desk but finally succeded.
Patterson himself stood by the window and kept glancing out at the shipyard where 5 hulls were building.

Jack didn't take the proffered chair.

"Becker, you talked to this kraut. Where you think he is?"

Jack knew he was being called in as a desperate attempt to locate the German before the MPs arrived at noon to pick him up. Chief Talbrut was up for re-election in November.

"Well?"

"I didn't say too much to him. He didn't tell me his life story exactly."
Jack paused to light a cigarette.

"Anything Becker!...Did he say anything."

"Nope." In a perverse way Jack was enjoying this.

Suddenly the Chief was standing, leaning far over the desk, his porcine eyes blazing holes through Jacks head.

"You listen, you little jailbird shit. You WILL
help us catch the bastard or I will see you in my jail before you can spit."

"Chief..." Patterson made to interupt but Talbrut waved him off.

"It's Ok, mister Patterson."
Jack blew smoke past the cops flushed face.

"He told me that he wanted a woman. Asked if I could buy him one in jail...pretty good huh? Buy him one in jail. He said if he ever got away, he was gonna hide out with a dame and..."
Jack looked around to make sure Amy Carlisle, Jimmy Pattersons pretty secretary wasn't in ear shot.
"...fuck the daylights out of her, till he got caught...but he was only a tough talking sailorman afterall."

 

[Yoc]

Deak

His grin abruptly vanishes and he feels the anger burn within him when Mrs Taylor tells him that Maisy is with Frank.

So the little slut didn't listen to me after all!

He will have to do something about that.

He is about to leave the house when he stops.

But first...

Turning round, he goes into the kitchen and comes up behind Marie Taylor.

"I am just popping out for a little while, Mom. But I will be back."

He stoops down, allowing his breath to caress her neck (he notices her flinching) before he kisses it and then he is gone.

 

[Yoc]

Frank Jnr

"I love you too Frank..." as they pull away from their kiss.

"Not 'Frankie'? How come?" but before he lets Maisy answer, he kisses her again...

 

[sojournerwolf]

Carter Moorehouse Sims IV

Sims smiled genially at the waitress, noticing her name badge Claire

"Sims," he replied. "Carter Sims. And unless you borrowed that name tag because you left yours at home, I would assume your name is Claire?" His eye twinkled just a bit as the dimple in his smile appeared.

Sims sipped his coffee, his appearance vague behind the eyeglasses. "You might say I am here on a pleasurable business. I am going to be teaching at the college come the fall term. And, yes, I am from Boston. Very astute of you to make the connection."

Sims chuckled. "Indeed, I was feeling a bit homesick until I stepped in here. I'd hardly thought I would find coffee of this quality outside of Arlington Square. It is really quite good.

"So are you, as I, a traveller come to light in these parts? Or have you lived here all of your life?"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

.....it had been a long but uneventful mission. The bombing practice had gone well. The new Norden bombsight (top secret) was unbelievable. Even new bombadiers could drop with reasonable proficiency. We were out over the Atrlantic a bit. I saw a ship and decided to let the crew have a little fun. "Take her down, lieutenant, and see if you can read the name of the ship."

As we decended in a shallow dive to about 100' off the sea, I thought again of Claire....and then pulled myself back to the present. Dreaming and flying do not mix.

 

[Moneytalks]

Mrs Taylor

"I am just popping out for a little while, Mom. But I will be back."

Marie flinches as Deak stoops down, before he kisses her neck and then he is gone.

She sighs, dropping her hands to the sink as she steadies herself. There was something very wrong with the way Deak was treating her. She couldn't deny that any longer. What could she do? She was a nervous wreck, but what could she say to anyone? They'd think she was crazy.

She shook her head. She had to say something to him, in fact, she should have already said something. Perhaps she hadn't because of the potential embarrasment, but it had to be better than this strange tension.

Or perhaps you're feeling lonely, and any attention, even that from your step-son is gratifying?

She stopped as she thought this.

NO!... No... no... she would talk to him as soon as he got back, he had to know how uncomfortable he was making her

Resolved to do just that, she finished up cleaning the dishes and the kitchen and got herself ready to go into town. It was a lovely day and she deserved to experience some of it, what with all the kids and her husband out. She felt alone in that big old house by herself.

She fixed her hair and took off her apron, applied some soft coloured lipstick to give herself a bit of a boost and headed out towards the harbour.

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy

"Not 'Frankie'? How come?" but before he lets Maisy answer, he kisses her again...

Maisy enjoys the kiss, but her mind contemplates his question.

Because you're becoming a man now Frankie... Frank... you'll be leaving to find out who you are, what you're made of... and I'll be here waiting for you

She returns his kiss urgently. Suddenly feeling afraid of loosing him, wanting to show him with everything she had, exactly how much she loved him.

She looked into his eyes as their lips parted once more, both of them slightly out of breath from their passion. She smiles up at him, a wicked gleam in her eye.

"You still haven't beaten me to the water Frankie..." she giggles as she squirms out from under him and makes a dash for the water. She reaches the foamy water and turns around poking her tongue out at him.

"Who's a rotten egg then?" She laughs. Admiring the look of him walking the last steps towards her.

God, but he was handsome

She had to be the luckiest girl in the world. She holds out her arms and is rewarded by his stepping close to her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist.