left, with about three or four minutes between their departure, just in case anyone happened to be on the street surveying what was going on. Whenever more than two people met, the Nazis got suspicious. It wasn't any wonder, now that they were losing the war.
At last Kathy was alone with her man. She went up to him, put her arms around him, and kissed him slowly on the mouth, grinding her crotch against his. “It's so nice to be all alone here with you. It's so nice and dark here except for that lamp, and there isn't any window, and there's a nice couch right over there in the corner, just waiting for us, darling,” she said, her voice a little husky from longing.
“You've been very good to the cause, Kathy,” he said gently, as he put his hands to the sides of her pear-shaped titties and gently caressed them. “When this war is over, you can count yourself a true heroine.”
She tried to press herself even more tightly against him, till the proud tips of her bubbies mashed against his chest. Her fingernails drove into his shoulders as, her lips inches from his, she murmured, “And when the war is over, Liebling, can we go off together and maybe get married?”
“Kathy, what are you saying!” he gasped.
“Oh well, you know what I mean.” she gave him a ribald grin, without releasing the cling of her arms or the insinuating nearness of the supple body. “I don't wish your wife any harm, darling, you know that. But if the Gestapo have her, chances are she might not be around when the war is over. Forgive my being so brutal, but you have to face facts. I know I always have. Otherwise I wouldn't have given you this press.”
“I'm very grateful. Pierre of the Maquis” (this was the liaison man between the Allies and the Professor) “sent me a message in code the other day saying that they were thinking of giving you a medal when the time comes for the Allies to march through the streets of Berlin. You will have helped make it possible. That should be a great reward for you, dear Kathy.”
“I know. But I want my reward now. And I don't want a medal. I want you, Liebling,” she purred.
Professor Kurt Nordheim kept his thoughts to himself. She was a greedy, selfish and unscrupulous bitch. The trouble was, she was necessary to the cause, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered a minute with her. He, who had always been a gentle intellectual, now found himself thinking murderous thoughts. But it was this damned war which had changed everything. Before the goose-stepping helmeted men who wore the signs of the swastika had begun marching all over Europe, he had been quite content with his academic life, with writing perhaps a treatise on some obscure historical fact, and with the love of Helga. His beautiful flaxen-haired Helga whom he had initiated into all the joys of love. Even now, after nine years of marriage, she behaved like a timid virgin, yet he knew that she was burningly passionate and welcomed his embraces, even if she didn't show the enthusiasm which this young whore, this Dime, was exhibiting right now. But he would rather have had Helga for the rest of his life than a thousand Kathys. Only, Kathy was useful to the cause, and so he would have to go along with her.
“What are you waiting for, my lover?” her voice was husky now with longing. He felt her hand slip down to the fly of his trousers and begin to unbutton them, reach in to feel his dormant cock.
“Kathy,” he hoarsely interrupted her, “Not now, for God's sake! We've got to plan how we're going to meet again and how we're going to get word to the others when we're ready for them to put out another issue. Must you always think of sex?”
“Why not? It's all there's left to live for for a girl like me. Upstairs my old fool of a father is dying, and all he thinks of is his mush and a tiny sip of beer from that stupid old nurse of his. But I'm young and healthy, and I've got red blood in my veins, and I need a man, do you understand me?
At last Kathy was alone with her man. She went up to him, put her arms around him, and kissed him slowly on the mouth, grinding her crotch against his. “It's so nice to be all alone here with you. It's so nice and dark here except for that lamp, and there isn't any window, and there's a nice couch right over there in the corner, just waiting for us, darling,” she said, her voice a little husky from longing.
“You've been very good to the cause, Kathy,” he said gently, as he put his hands to the sides of her pear-shaped titties and gently caressed them. “When this war is over, you can count yourself a true heroine.”
She tried to press herself even more tightly against him, till the proud tips of her bubbies mashed against his chest. Her fingernails drove into his shoulders as, her lips inches from his, she murmured, “And when the war is over, Liebling, can we go off together and maybe get married?”
“Kathy, what are you saying!” he gasped.
“Oh well, you know what I mean.” she gave him a ribald grin, without releasing the cling of her arms or the insinuating nearness of the supple body. “I don't wish your wife any harm, darling, you know that. But if the Gestapo have her, chances are she might not be around when the war is over. Forgive my being so brutal, but you have to face facts. I know I always have. Otherwise I wouldn't have given you this press.”
“I'm very grateful. Pierre of the Maquis” (this was the liaison man between the Allies and the Professor) “sent me a message in code the other day saying that they were thinking of giving you a medal when the time comes for the Allies to march through the streets of Berlin. You will have helped make it possible. That should be a great reward for you, dear Kathy.”
“I know. But I want my reward now. And I don't want a medal. I want you, Liebling,” she purred.
Professor Kurt Nordheim kept his thoughts to himself. She was a greedy, selfish and unscrupulous bitch. The trouble was, she was necessary to the cause, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered a minute with her. He, who had always been a gentle intellectual, now found himself thinking murderous thoughts. But it was this damned war which had changed everything. Before the goose-stepping helmeted men who wore the signs of the swastika had begun marching all over Europe, he had been quite content with his academic life, with writing perhaps a treatise on some obscure historical fact, and with the love of Helga. His beautiful flaxen-haired Helga whom he had initiated into all the joys of love. Even now, after nine years of marriage, she behaved like a timid virgin, yet he knew that she was burningly passionate and welcomed his embraces, even if she didn't show the enthusiasm which this young whore, this Dime, was exhibiting right now. But he would rather have had Helga for the rest of his life than a thousand Kathys. Only, Kathy was useful to the cause, and so he would have to go along with her.
“What are you waiting for, my lover?” her voice was husky now with longing. He felt her hand slip down to the fly of his trousers and begin to unbutton them, reach in to feel his dormant cock.
“Kathy,” he hoarsely interrupted her, “Not now, for God's sake! We've got to plan how we're going to meet again and how we're going to get word to the others when we're ready for them to put out another issue. Must you always think of sex?”
“Why not? It's all there's left to live for for a girl like me. Upstairs my old fool of a father is dying, and all he thinks of is his mush and a tiny sip of beer from that stupid old nurse of his. But I'm young and healthy, and I've got red blood in my veins, and I need a man, do you understand me?
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