I guess no one else liked him either because after 40 or so minutes it somehow ended up just my wife and I and this arrogant twat stranger.It was late..., around 23:30 and dark, the guy was still giving the bullshite but I found myself fantasising about watching a stranger that I didn’t even like fuck my wife. At every opportunity I found myself complimenting my wife in front of him, when she left the table I would turn the subject to her, I even asked her to take a turn going to the bar so I. Thinking about his mother and sex brought a question to mind that he had never considered before—his father. It was a topic that had never been raised at home. He had not even thought to ask about it. He wondered what his mother would say if he asked her about him. Would it upset her? He did not want to do that, but now that he had given voice to the thought, his curiosity was provoked. Why had he never talked to his mother about it before?Mrs. Harrison stood to write the homework assignment on. Richard sat, and said, "Coffee for me."Michelle sat down across from General Polk. "Water will be fine."Nancy sat down next to her father, and said, "I will have water, too."Walking over to the replicator Ken quickly entered the requested items. They materialized on a tray, and he carried them back. He handed the waters to Nancy and Michelle. He placed an empty cup on the end table beside the general, and sat a carafe down along with sugar and cream, next to it. Walking back to the replicator. ”“Your German is flawless,” Hans said. “Why is a German girl here?”“I am Jewish.”“Why didn’t you kill me?”“You have a gun. Why don’t you kill me?”“I do not hate Jews,” Hans replied adamantly. “I love Germany.”“My father did too,” the girl said. “He fought in the German Army on the Western Front in the last war. He was wounded. He and my mother were killed at Dachau.”“My parents died in a bombing raid.”“Well then,” the girl said, “I guess we are both orphans. My name is Ruth.”“I am Hans. Why are.