Chapter 10: The Storm

[It was time for some magic just north of the Black Forest]

My druggie linemen became the guardians defending Hanna against ugly rumors and/or anyone trying to take advantage of her. It was amazing. They honored my request, no demands on their part, that they keep secret what they saw us doing at the Mars station. They secured our gratitude to do it in the future, more up in the attic, more schooling and more advanced techniques with cunnilingus. The enthusiasm was electric although I don’t think they remembered all the first time we, impromptu, held class. But they did seem to remember Hanna.

I had an idea and Hanna was the one who gave it to me. “Sarge In Charge of The Pussies”, S.I.C.O.T.P, was an inspiration, a new call to arms, or crotches, perhaps allowing us to create a team of experts. All was pretty silly and it would take more planning.

The Communications Center officer, captain in charge, got assigned to a new post and the incoming officer was a guy, tall and younger, very personable, was like just one of us personnel. We got along great. “My wife said to invite you to our next party. It’ll be great. You can hang out with a bunch of us including the C.O. and his wife.”

All I could think of was, “OH - OH.” That couldn’t be good. A party with Mary the commanding officer’s wife? I was sure she would recognize the guy whose face, framed in her thighs, was busy with his tongue while matching gazes from her crotch. I wondered what Hanna would think of that but she could warn Mary. In the meantime, aside from routine work, Hanna and I started spending time hanging with the old man who lived with the boilers in the underworld of the kaserne. I thought it was a magical place.

I explained to Hanna about my life in Hawaii, how absolutely different it was from my experience in Germany. She and the German people owned a magic of their own and it was truly compelling. Now I was untied from my old life to be with Hanna, to learn from her. I was lucky to have traveled, to already have lived in far flung places on the planet, the extended mileage consuming. And here we were in the bowels of the earth under the old S.S. school in Nurnberg, one of Hitler’s favorite places making friends with a truly unique person.

I followed every word the old man told us about his boilers, about his life in the past, the insights to historical events from his perspective. It was fascinating, all of it. There were causeways and chambers in his world of steam. His tunnels led off in all directions leading to really spooky places.

He just laughed about it and said once in a while he would have to travel all of them for inspection and how the inner most places were very dreary. Of course there were ghosts in those non traveled portions and why not? There should have been according to him. He said too many people had been tortured in this kaserne and bad blood ran everywhere. The stain could not be simply flushed away but he was the one who was there through it all although he never had to be part of war directly. He was left to his work because nobody else would have it and luckily the kaserne somehow survived with no major bomb damage.

Hanna and I spent time cruising, spelunking in tunnels with lights and spares along just in case. We found all sorts of strange phenomenon including giant machinery just lying still, entirely quiet for who knows how long.

We found a unique place intensely steamy and hot, portions too hot to be in for long. It could have been failing leaking steam pipes perhaps. We didn’t ask the old guy about it at first. We didn’t want him to chase us out of there right away. We discovered it to be a kind of Turkish bath with energy like an anomaly, unique surroundings controlling it and we got naked to do each other, sweaty sex wild and crazy penetrating energy.

The steaming swirl blew warmth into every place on your body like it was alive. It crawled on you and it was addictive totally. I thought for sure if I’d not already fucked her I would have been bound to lose my virginity there because Hanna was pushing the issue as if she was far more horny than normal.

When she was sucking so outrageously attached to my will she inserted her fingers into me to massage the region of my prostate and that trick made my penis go wild. I’d never had such an orgasm, almost made me pass out. That wasn’t something I could forget and she was the devil in disguise able to drive me to many-any place in coitus play. Such an amazing thing for her to do which turned into a lovely battle over control and I filled her with passion and gizem.

We didn’t tell anybody about it. We kept that place to ourselves. We brought lights and we brought lots of towels, blankets, beer to drink. We thought in time we might invite some others willing to keep our secret.

The party date was looming and I talked things over with Hanna for her opinion. I didn’t know if I should take her with me because the commanding officer’s wife was going to be there. It was intriguing, the idea of being there, but what might the chances be of it turning bad for my future?

I was a mere sergeant E-5, a draftee comfortable with my demise just waiting to get out and forget the Army forever. Not a career soldier in any sense. But Hanna wanted to go. She wanted to see the other wives. She said she had heard that lots of them were sluts now. They were in Europe feeling so much more freedom with sex. Then I worried perhaps my reputation may have leaked via the C.O.’s wife and how would that play out with the officer’s wives.

Intriguing maybe but certainly worrisome as well.

Turns out the event was pretty boring, at least for me, because I sat back and merely observed while Hanna worked the crowd. The conversation was terse from my vantage point and the wives were dressed pretty provocative as if they were prowling for it. Some, the youngest ones, were wearing something like a women’s Teddy which didn’t seem really appropriate for a social gathering of upper cadre. But that made the affair just more interesting because the men, officers and other civilians, were not paying that much attention, just getting drunk.

I wanted to leave as soon as I could. This event didn’t feel good at all. There was a kind of level of anger in the substrate. Obviously the politics play and power struggle was thick.

Hanna had talked to women, some she obviously knew, and others. She spent a little time with the commanding officer’s wife over in the corner and they both looked my direction. I didn’t get any indication one way or the other if the wife recognized me. And when I had a moment with Hanna I suggested I just disappear when the opportunity arose to let the evening play out without my face in the crowd. I just wasn’t feeling comfortable in the environment. I didn’t recognize any other soldiers in the crowd aside from officers. I didn’t want the subject of rank to come up with me around.

So I left and Hanna had a ride arranged. All was good and nobody paid attention to me as I slipped out the door. The evening was still early enough and I decided to go down to hang out with the boiler man and I’d told Hanna where I was going.

Down in the bottom of the kaserne I looked around the area to find him but he was not available. So I called out anyway. “SSSSHHHHHhhhh... , “ I barely heard but saw his arm moving in the distance and I figured he was telling me to be quiet. Between two huge boilers and some distance away his form appeared with a back light beyond him creating his silhouette, his body now quite still. I watched after moving next into the shadows, aside and out of sight. Beyond him something was moving, glowing and it was quite beautiful and certainly weird. It reminded me maybe of a tornado of light. It was easily pretty creepy.

I just remained in place for some time and completely quiet, watching until he began to move slowly in my direction. He moved off to the side and out of view but I still waited without moving. In time I sensed a presence and looking behind me he appeared smiling, really seemed pleased about something.

I came out of the shadows and just stood still waiting for recognition. He put a finger up from his raised arm like he wanted to tell me something so I moved into the light. “Have I told you about this before?” He said, questioning. “I’m not sure but I don’t think so.”

He gestured for me to come over and sit down with him at his desk. “I think I’m allowed some pride in this,” he continued. “I call that My Storm. I have been here so very long I can’t remember how long it has been but after the Nazi reign came to an end the atmosphere of this whole place changed without any input by any person, certainly not me. There was a veil of darkness lifted although this hot place with my boilers didn’t seem to be any different. It jut happened and I could sense it. It was like a new life for me in my same old dirty job.

I’ve kept it to myself for the past more recent years often wishing I had someone to share it with but here you are now and you have witnessed although not quite directly.” “All I saw was light changing constantly and there seemed to be something moving around that was not really earthly.” “That’s my little storm down here.”

I had developed respect for this man quite rapidly. He was very fluent with his English and he was obviously quite well read. He knew a lot about so many things and had a unique sense of humor. I felt at ease with him from the start. There was almost something familiar between us.

“I know about you and Hanna sharing what you named the Turkish bath; you were wonderful together.” “OH!, I’m sorry. We probably weren’t supposed to be doing that. Please, we weren’t meaning to intrude. We just found that place and, well, you know.” “Oh yeah. A perfect thing to do. You needn’t be worried. I know. I used to have girl friends down here too. In fact there were an awful lot of them. You should realize that. I’m not just old, I’m a living fucking fossil ... ha ha.

“But I was once young because we all experience that and this little storm of mine has seen no end of love making too. You can believe that. It was years, so long however, since anyone had come and shared my passion. So many, many years. And now there’s you and Hanna and my, isn’t she a beauty.”