Grandmother sucked in her breath looked one more time at me helpless but invisible up on the ceiling and opened the door. Standing in the doorway were two soldiers and the female auxiliary. The two soldiers were my age, probably about nineteen or twenty. The woman, who was hard to see, stood behind the two young men. They forced through the doorway and stood in front of my grandmother in the kitchen frowning slightly. The woman then stepped into the kitchen and stood directly between Grandmother and the soldiers and looked at Oma with a cool air of authority.
"Good morning Fraulein, is everything alright here?"
"Yes my dear, what is happening?" my grandmother asked.
"We are searching house to house for deserters. Several soldiers have deserted the Wehrmacht recently and we have the unpleasant task of searching for them. One of them was seen heading south through the hill country by a farmer heading this way. We believe the young soldier to be your grandson, Stephan Baumer. He may be hiding here in this valley, possibly in this village, or maybe even in your house yes? You are Hilde Baumer yes?" The woman was as I guessed about twenty one and beautiful but also she seemed tall, blonde, and possibly a bit cruel. Her uniform was a brown shirt, black tie, swastika armband, black skirt that went below her knees and sensible shoes and stockings. Topping it off was a red party badge with a swastika plainly showing for all to see on her left breast. She had all the signs of an aged Hitler Youth girl who came up through the ranks in the community and with the expediency of the war she had been placed in a position of responsibility of some sort or another when she came of age. She held a short straight black whip about fifty centimeters long in her hand with round leather covered knob at its handle end roughly about the size of a plum. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a severe bun. She stood there tapping the intimidating little whip in her hand as she spoke.
"Well?" said with impatience, the whip making its TAP TAP TAP in her palm.
"Yes my name is Hilde Baumer but ....Stephan a deserter?! This is quite a shock! His father is a hero of the Fatherland who sacrificed himself on the Eastern Front, oh how can this be true, oh how!" My grandmother was apparently good at amateur theater and was able to give her best approximation of genuine surprise and anguish because the woman bought her shock pantomime and momentarily raised her eyebrows for a half a second. She then resumed the cool professional demeanor but with a less authoritative tone.
"I am certain that the rest of his family does not share his subversive sentiments Fraulein. You appear sensible. By your response I believe you are upset at his desertion and you would not dream of harboring him here, but would it be possible to look around your house and barn?"
"Of course!" Grandmother answered. "I'll get the key to the storehouse and show you the barn and the loft!" She stepped to the shelf to retrieve the storage room key.
"That won't be completely necessary. Just the key please!" she said as she placed the whip in front of Grandmother's body to stop her movements to the shelf and to convey that she was in control of the house. This girl was used to intimidating people- she had trained to do it. One more person whom had been transformed into a sort of monster by the State I surmised.
Grandmother retrieved the key from the cupboard shelf and handed it to one of the soldiers. He lowered his rifle and took it from her. For a moment the thought flashed through my brain that if I were to come off the ceiling with that rifle lowered and hanging carelessly in his hands, I could snatch it away from him. This would have been impossible. I was stuck to the ceiling like burnt eggs to a frying pan. I was also afraid that I might become visible if I broke concentration and that if I could be seen, I could not cover the distance.
The soldiers left and headed into the barn with the key. I heard footsteps going up and down the loft ladders the sound of the animals came through the open doorway as men strange to them poked around in their pens. I then heard the door unlock to the store room and there was the sound of a light being switched on. Above me, a set of boots walked around the floor above me as the floorboards on the second level creaked. I could hear items being moved around and turned over.
The young woman moved to the center of the room pushing my grandmother with the butt of her whip as though she did not wish for Oma to be able to reach for anything more in the room. She had obviously been taught some sort of rudimentary security procedures training because she looked like she had executed this task before and she did not wish for my Grandmother to suddenly find a weapon to use. Ridiculous as that might sound, her suspicions were well founded as my grandmother had slipped her wand into the back pocket of her skirt -- the crafty old girl! The pocket was on the other side of Oma away from the woman and the wand was only barely in sight for me from my vantage point above.
Now at this time I must admit to being a male of the species as I could see that down the figure of the woman below me as she contemptuously eyed my grandmother. I looked straight down her uniform and looked at the twin hilltops of her nicely rounded but not overly proportioned Teutonic ass! It had the wonderful shape of an upside down heart showing through her skirt -- no doubt the two soldiers had noticed and let her lead the way through the streets -- couldn't blame them really! I could also see that she had two firm, ample and nicely rounded breasts straining against her blouse and tie like two plump savage hounds straining against their leashes. My cock became hard and rampant in my lederhosen. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw my left hand. I saw my left hand! Good heavens I was visible!
I quickly thought of the most unstimulating subjects possible, doing household chores for my mother and aunt in our town, going to church, cleaning the equipment of my aircraft gun when the other boys were smoking cigarettes, my bald headed school master eating his lunch -- a revolting sight to anyone. Nothing doing. I was still hard looking at the wonderfully proportioned and cruelly beautiful Aryan goddess below me and visible. All she would have to do is look up!
I paused my mind, forced myself to concentrate and imagined my hands being transparent and subsequently my left hand...disappeared as I looked at it. I glanced to the right to see the same was true for my writing hand! Joy! I told my mind that my cock could become as hard as trigonometry class after a large meal but I would not break my focus.
The two soldiers returned empty handed. They shrugged their shoulders and looked at the woman as if the trip through the village had been for nothing.
The woman looked at my grandmother with continued suspicion but also seemed satisfied to a point.
"Well Madame, I think things are quite satisfactory. You will tell us if your grandson shows up here? Ja?"
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Oh JA! Naturlich Fraulein!
