‘She’ was Tammy, a 38 year old, married woman, with long curly blonde hair. She was hired back in May to work with me in the tasting room, and we ...hit it off right away. Her bubbly personality fit in well with my new found enjoyment of work, and of life in general. We always had a good time working together, teasing, flirting, helping each other out. It made the days fun, the time fly by. Until a month ago, anyway. I got to work shortly after she opened up, and we got busy putting out fresh. .well it hurt. She'd never get the memory of the disgust that bloomed on his face out of her mind. "You understand, don't you." He said impatiently. His voice still had that girlish quality but at least the lisp was gone. He fluttered his hands in a most feminine fashion as he turned in the car seat to face her. "It means I'm not psychotic or paranoid or whatever psycho-babble you want to use. Kitty I just got to get to Jacobs as soon as we get back." A funny feeling twirled in his gut. "She just smiled. "That's okay we'll work out something honey but for now let's just start with lunch.We went into the kitchen and I sat at the table while she fixed some tuna fish sandwiches. We sat there for almost an hour eating sandwiches and drinking sodas and talking about school and teachers and what I wanted to do with my life. By the time we finished eating I had already forgotten about her offer to go swimming."So John, are you ready to go out to the pool?" Uh... sure but what about a. The Americans had met the Soviets on the River Elbe. Berlin was near falling. The Bristische truppern were streaking across Nord Deutschland. Americans and Frenchmen motored across Bayern [Bavaria] into Tschechoslowakei [Czechoslovakia] and Österreich [Austria]. The end of the krieg couldn’t be more than a few days away.“What will you do after the war?” Herr Wenger asked.“After I marry Gisela?” Dieter laughed.“After you marry that wonderful girl you have told us about,” Herr Wenger replied.“I.