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had completely forgotten about her. Kurt smiled broadly and strode to her bed. He reached out his
hand to her but she drew back in alarm. "Elizabeth?" Kurt asked, easing himself down onto her bed. "It's
me, Kurt. I came back," he said gently.
Elizabeth ignored him and whimpered, "Ruth, Ruth."
Ruth went swiftly to Elizabeth and took her in her arms. "It's all right, Elizabeth. It is Kurt. Do you
remember him? Of course you do, Elizabeth."
The frightened girl looked around Ruth's head at the smiling boy. Her face broke into a tentative grin,
then a wider one. "Yes, I remember. I think. Kurt? Kurt?" she said, testing the name for the sound of it.
"How did you do it, Kurt?" Elizabeth asked.
"I'll tell you why and how. It's hopeless, Ruth. I was in a forward company and it was over-run by the
Russians and only one other person escaped besides me. My friend. They killed all the wounded and
dying men. We watched from an exploded bunker. They didn't come in after us for some reason and
when they withdrew we took off. We made it back to our own lines and a Kapitan tried to force us to
go back but I wouldn't do it. I knew that if I ever did I'd never come back alive. So, my friend and I
helped each other to dress so that we looked injured and unable to fight. We forged ourselves some
papers and made our way back to here. I had no idea you'd be here. But you see, Ruth, there are so
many deserters that unless you're injured, they just arrest you and lock you up in a box car and ship you
back. That's all. They don't even have rifles to give the men. They have to pull them out of the hands of
the dead soldiers." Kurt stopped talking and his eyes took on a far away haunted look.
Then, remembering where he was, he continued. "It took a long time to get back here. Over a month.
The Russians are right behind us. They're just over the forward hill. You should be able to hear the
sound of fire within a couple of days. We all have to get the hell out of here."
"Will you take us, Kurt?" Ruth asked.
"Yes. But - we'll have to work out something about papers. I don't know how ..."
"I have some!" Ruth exclaimed. She jumped up from the bed and went to the place where she had
hidden her papers stolen from the girl at the SS Kamp. She returned with then to the bed and held them
out to Kurt. "But ... we don't have any for Elizabeth."
"We'll manage," Kurt assured her. "How did you get these?" He wanted to know.
Ruth told him about the papers and all about her treatment by Nurse Hilde since her return. She did not
mention the truck driver in front of Elizabeth because she was unsure what her reaction would be. Kurt
listened patiently, then smiled and said, "You mean to tell me that bitch is still here? The very one who
had me sent to the Eastern Front?"
"Yes. She's mean, Kurt. She does everything she can to make life miserable for me ... for us."
"Well, we'll see about her later. We have to plan on a way out of here.
Soon. Within the next day. Can I have a bath? Please?" He smiled.
"Of course," Ruth told him. Then to Elizabeth, "Get up and let's give Kurt a bath, Elizabeth. He's going to
help us escape from here. She took the girl's hand and pulled her out of bed. She noticed that Kurt's
eyes roamed hungrily over Elizabeth's body.
The two girls prepared the bath while Kurt looked on. Ruth said, "Come on, Kurt." She curtsied deeply,
"Your bath is ready, Sir." Both girls giggled.
Kurt stood and removed his filthy undershirt, then his trousers. He smiled weakly and dropped his
shorts. Ruth couldn't believe it. His prick was just as she had remembered it, long and thick and white
and purple headed. She cried out, softly, when it was exposed to full view.
Kurt seemed to have become shy. It was almost as though he was trying to cover his dangling sex with
his hands as he walked to the prepared tub and eased himself into it with a sigh. Both girls recovered
themselves and set to work on him. In short order he was gleaming clean, his hair restored to his original
blondness and his body red from all the rubbing and attention it had received. He stood and the girls
dried him front and back. Ruth giggled when she took his large prick in her hands to massage it dry on
the towel. It throbbed gently in her small hands. She lowered her eyes to keep Kurt from seeing her
face, which she knew was glowing red.
Kurt walked to the bed, looked at it, then jumped in.
Kurt reached out his arms for Ruth. She fell into them willingly, finding his mouth with her own before her
body rested on his. He clutched her to him and kissed her long and passionately. Ruth's body
shuddered. He was the first boy or man she had ever had; the memory of his second and last time with
her burned in her memory. It was just as if there had been no one else between that time and this for
Ruth. "Uum ... umm," she purred as he kissed her, exploring his once familiar body with her hands just as
he was doing hers.
"What about me," Elizabeth whined, standing above the bed and looking down at them.
Ruth laughed when she looked up and saw the girl standing there. She had completely forgotten about
her. She looked at Kurt for confirmation before she spoke and he, seeming to know what she was going
to say, nodded his agreement.
"Elizabeth," Ruth said softly, taking the girl's hand in her own. "Please let me be with Kurt for awhile -
all by myself? I want to very much and then ... well, we can all be together. Please?"
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