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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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I often flew to Krefeld to be with Margret and I would land in a field not far from the Voss family home. I generally walked to their house. I climbed up to Margret's bedroom window and pulled myself in as usual. She would often leave the bedroom window open for me just in case I came by. I came as often as I could. Once inside her dark room I remember looking down and seeing a bicycle leaning up against the house wall. This always happened at night since I was sneaking into her room to be with her. I think Margret was expecting me because she was already in bed and waiting for me. I remove my clothes in haste to be with her and dumped them on a small table that was between her bed and the window. We snuggled in together close under the warm bed covers and I found her to be most inviting. We were soon doing what lovers love to do the most. My lady and I had an appetite for love making and we were already into a second phase of love making when we heard a voice. We froze in our love making. My heart and adrenaline started to serge as I quietly listened. It was Frau Voss! There is no time to hide! I try to lay flat while still attached to Margret. Margret fluffed pillows and pulled blankets around to help hide me as she answered her mother that she was alright. Frau Voss came into the room and said that she had heard noises and wondered if Margret was okay. Frau Voss walks into the room. I can hear her. I think my breathing is too loud. I am scared. My heart seems to pound so hard that I almost think that it could be heard. Frau Voss makes a comment that the room is chilled and that Margret should close her window. I am in the dark as I hear her walk across the room and then there is silence. Then I hear Frau Voss ask me by name to come out from under the covers! "Manfred. Manfred von Richthofen come out right now." She has found my clothes lying on the table. I think I'm gonna die. This has never happened to me before, but of course I had never taken so many risks to be with a woman before. Margret had that kind of effect upon my brain. I am still partially on top of Margret and I gently move to peek my head out from under the covers. Frau Voss is there in the dark, but I can see the expression on her face. She's mad. Very mad. She orders me to get out of the bed. The tone of her voice is very serious. She grabs me by the left ear and basically pulls me out. I'm still in a bad position on top of Margret and it is difficult to get up and out. I stand up in front of Frau Voss. She looks very pissed and then looks me up and down with her hands at her hips. I look down at my manly parts and I am still very erect and you can tell in the pale light that my flesh is very wet. I put my hands down to cover myself and look back up to catch a solid slap across the face. She slapped me very hard across the face. I'm stunned as I reach up and touch my face and am absolutely shocked. Her angry eyes stare into mine as she directs me to get dressed. She barely bats an eye and points at my clothes. I glance over at Margret and she looks terrified. I continue to put the rest of my clothes on, and now she starts to asks me questions. Frau Voss wants to know how long this has been going on. We try and explain that we are in love and that this is not a casual affair and that it has been going on for some time. This seems to lighten her mood a little bit. Then she wants to know my intentions as far as marriage is concerned. Margret's reputation is at stake. This question really puts me on the spot. I don't think I'd asked Margret to marry me yet, and I was thinking that after the war was over would be the best time for marriage. I believe I told this to Frau Voss. She eyed me a bit as if she was trying to decide whether she could believe me or not. By the time that I was dressed, Frau Voss seemed a little bit calmer, but she did something odd and that was to ask me to leave by the window in which I came in. I also noticed that she did not get her husband, which relieved me greatly. I looked over at Margret and I wanted to kiss her good-bye, but I figured that would be pushing my luck. I climbed out and then down to the ground. I left feeling horrible. I was depressed and distraught that I would never be allowed to see Margret again. The curious thing about this memory is that I get the impression that it was planned by Margret and her mother. They had wanted to know my intentions towards Margret concerning marriage because they suspected that Margret was pregnant with my child. |
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