My German lover : Part 1

MY GERMAN LOVER < Part 1 >

"They are here..."

All the events of the following story are true and did occur in France during the Second World War. Names have been changed as well as a few other details, in order to preserve the privacy of those who are still alive, and the memory of those who are now deceased.

This is the first chapter of a beatiful love story, as it has been told to me much, much later by those concerned. If you're looking for a quick short sex story, then leave now. Of course, you'll find sex in the present story, but you will also find love and much more. Enjoy!

Paul De Brion had been waiting all morning for his turn to be interrogated, sitting in a waiting-room somewhere in Paris. When he had gotten there, he had been with many other Frenchmen that had been arrested, just like him, because they didn't have their papers with them when checked by German soldiers. Paul had not known about that new German regulation that required everyone to carry his ID with him at all time. Hell, how could he have known: The Germans had got into Paris just the day before, and since then, he had not left his home except for this morning... He had not listen to the radio either. Now, he wished he had!

Now Paul was sitting all alone in the waiting-room: One by one, the others had gone to an other room, where they had been interrogated, Paul figured out. He had not seen any of them since and so now, he was nervously waiting for his turn.

A door suddenly oopened, and a German officer politely said to Paul:

"Please young man, do come in. Have a seat"

Paul intered the room. It was not a very large room. There was a table right in front of him where two German officers were sitting. To his left, he saw a secretary sitting at a small table with a type-writer in front of her. Paul got very nervous seeing all that: He had heard so many bad stories about the Germans, he was just sure his life would soon be coming to a very abrupt end.

Paul looked at the two officers sitting at the table. The oldest of the two showed him a chair and said:

"Please, please, do sit down. Don't be so agitated... Do you understand what I say to you?"

Since the officer had shown him a chair, Paul had guessed he was requested to sit down... but he wasn't sure. The officer had spoken to him in German, and Paul didn't understand a single word in that language. And so, he didn't mouve and kept staring at the officer, not wanting to do anything wrong...

That's when the youngest officer asked him:

"Tu n'as rien compris de ce qu'il t'a dit, n'est-ce pas?" (you didn't understand a word of what he said to you, did you?)

"Non"

"That's what I thought" the young officer said. His French was excellent, except for the light touch of his German accent... The young officer was kindly smilling at Paul now...

"Please, sit down" he said. "I'm a translator, and I will translate everything for you. You don't have to be affraid. Please, do sit..."

Paul sat while the young officer explained something to the other officer. Again, Paul didn't understand a word of what they were saying, but it didn't seems menacing though. Paul tought the young officer had a very pleasant tone of voice. That surprised him a bit since he had always thought Germans were always barking at one another. But then again, what did he really knew about Germans? Not much, except for the stories and the propaganda he had heard about them, which of course were not favourable, to say the least... He was lost into his thoughts when he heard the young officer say to him:

"We have not been properly introduced yet... Please, do excuse us... I'm Unterfeldwebel Whilhelm Von Rundstedt. The officer next to me his Oberstleutnant Heinz Koch. He's my Superior..."

Hearing his name, the older officer just kindly nodded to Paul... Seeing the very puzzled look on Paul's face, the young officer grinned as he said:

"I mean.. I'm a Staff Sergeant... and my Superior officer here is a Lieutenant-colonel. I assure you he's a kind man although he doesn't speak Franch. No need for you to be affraid of him... Now, he's going to ask you a few questions, and I will translate them for you to answer. Are you okay?"

"Oui, merci"

Paul kept looking at the young officer as he was talking to him. Certainly, this guy was not much older than he was. Perhaps 20 or 21... Although the young officer was sitting beind the table, Paul could guess he was about six feet tall. He had golden blond hair, and perfect blue eyes. When smilling, the young officer showed perfect bright white teeth. Since he was not wearing his service dress tunic due to the heat in the room, Paul could see the young officer had well defined muscles under his damped light beige army shirt. Indeed, this was a very good-looking guy, Paul thought. Then the young officer said to him:

"Are you ready?"

"Yes..."

The golden blond officer turned to his Superior and nodded to him, letting him know he could start questionning the young man sitting in front of them. As the questions flowed in German, they were translated by the young officer for Paul to answer them, and then his answers were translated in German for the older officer and the secretary to understand them...This long process kept going for a while. Paul could see his answers were typed down on a form by the secretary, and that the older officer was taking notes:

"Name?"

"De Brion"

"Vorname?"

"Paul"

"Geburtstag?"

"I was born on August 15, 1921..."

"Grosse?"

"I'm six feet tall..."

"Farbe der augen?"

Paul didn't know exactly how to describe the colour of his eyes... He looked at the young officer for some help. The young officer said to him:

"Hmm... i'd say you have emerald green eyes..."

"Yes... that's it... emerald green eyes... thank you" Paul said.

The older officer looked at Paul with a grin on his face and asked the next question:

"Haarfarbe?"

Again, Paul looked to the young officer for the corect answer, which came quickly:

"I would answer "dirty blond" if I were you..."

"Yes, yes" Paul said, smiling... "Dirty blond".

"Wohnort?"

"I live at 120, Avenue Foch, 16e arrondissement, Paris, France".

"What's an "arrondissement" the young officer asked Paul, looking a bit puzzled by that unknown expression...

"... Well... it's... you know... a Ward... I live in the 16th Ward, here in Paris" Paul explained, a bit surprised by such a question... It was so obivious to him...

"Oh, I see... it's just I had never heard that expression before and didn't know how to translate it... sorry about that" the young officer said with a twinkle in his eye. "I guess I'll get use to in after a while..."

"I guess so..." Paul said lightly blushing.

The young officer translated Paul's address to his Superior whom then asked:

"Beruf?"

"I'm a student..."

Setting aside his papers, the older officer turned to his subordinate and got into a conversation with him. Of course Paul didn't understand a word of it.

Then, the young officer said to him:

"How come you didn't have your papers with you then you got checked?"

"I didn't know I had to carry them with me all the time. I had not heard about that directive until I got arrested..."

"Didn't you listen to the radio?"

"No. Sorry... I guess I was too absorbed by other urgent matters..."

"What was so urgent you didn't have time to listen to the radio" the young officer asked. "You were probably the only one not listenning to the radio... you know... with un marching into Paris..."

"Oh, yeah... but you see... my Grandmother is sick at the moment, and I had to visit her at the hosopital. In fact, that's were I was going to when I got arrested..."

"Do you have your ID at home?"

"We need to have the identification number on your papers. Could you call home and get it for us?"

"... I can call... If the phone works... but I'll get no answer. There's no one at home... They have all fled a few days ago when we heard the German army was going to... invade the city... you know..."

"How come you haven't fled with the rest of your family?"

"... Oh, I was suppose to... beleive me... That was the subject of a much debated discussion with my father... but in the end, it was obvious one of us had to stay in Paris with my Grandmother... since she was too sick to travel... My sister and my brother being much younger than me, we couldn't leave them behind... So I volunteered to stay. My mum and dad didn't like the idea at all but... you know... what choice did we have: It was that, or leave my Grandmother all alone in Paris... So here I am..."

The young officer opened his mouth as to say something, but then closed it and said nothing. He knew Paris was almost empty of its population... it was like if most people had fled in fear of the Berman invasion... the story Paul was telling made perfect sense to him... He turned to his Superior officer and explained everything Paul had said to him.

Then he stopped talking. A long moment of silence followed. It looked like the young officer was lost into his thoughts, Paul thought... What would they do with him? What would they do to him?

Again, the young officer turned to his Superior and both of them got into a new conversation. The fact Paul was not able to understand what they were saying made him angry: Were they planning his death with him not knowing anything about it, stupidly sitting on a stupid chair in that stupid office... Il those Germans were going to stay in Paris for a while, though that seemed very unlikely to him, he would have to learn how to speak German, Paul decided. Unless they just killed him... then there would be no need for that, would there? As stupid as it may be, Paul grinned at that thought... He looked at the two German officers. They were still calmly talking... What the hell were they saying?

"(Sir, may I speak my mind...)", the young officer said to his Superior...

"(Yes Wilhelm, please, feel free to do so...)"

"(...Well, Sir... What we have here is a very frighten kid... I don't think he's a spy...)"

"(We don't know about that for sure Wilhelm, do we?)"

"(Sir... he's an eighteen year old kid... does he look like a spy to you... just look at him... and tell me...)"

The older officer looked at Paul and grinned...

"(I guess not, Wilhelm... he doesn't seem very dangerous to me... but nevertheless... we've got to check his papers, don't we?)"

"(Yes, Sir. I think I have an idea, Sir...)"

"(Oh, and what that might be?)"

"(Sir, we could call the hospital to check his story about his Grandmother and if it's true, I could drive him to his home and check his papers there... If they are in good order as he says, then I could let him go free... Beside, he's the last one we have to interrogate today and as you know, in a few minutes, I'll be on leave up until next thuesday... so that would give me a chance to discover Paris a bit... If his papers are not in good order, we'll be right back before you know it...)"

"(I don't know about that" the older officer answered pensively. Then he looked again at Paul and, after a few seconds, he said "Ask him where his Grandmother has been admitted, then call there... we'll see...)"

"(Yes, Sir)"

Turning to Paul, the young officer asked him:

"What's the name of the hospital where your Grandmother is supposed to be?"

Paul looked at him, not knowing why the young officer was asking him that question... But he knew he had to give an answer...

"She's at the Hotel-Dieu Hospital... it's on the Ile de la cité... you know... very near to the Notre-Dame Cathedral..."

"I see... and what's her name please?"

"Jeanne De Brion..."

The young officer picked the phone he had on the table and waited for the operator to get on line...

"Oui... Hello..." he said "Oui... passez-moi l'Hopital Hotel-Dieu, je vous prie... Merci..."

Click, click, click

"Hotel-Dieu Hospital, may I help you" came the answer at the other end of the line...

"Yes, Madame... This is Unterfeldwebel Wilhelm Von Rundstedt calling you from the German Kommandantur here, in Paris..."

"..."

The young officer could sense his interlocutor was a bit stunned...

"Hello... are you still there?"

"... Yes, Sir..." answered a trembling voice "What can I do for you, Sir?"

"Yes... I would like to know if you have a patient by the name of "Jeanne De Brion" in your hospital..."

"Please Sir, wait for a moment so I can check..."

"Yes... I'm waiting..."

"Sir..."

"Yes..."

"Yes, we do have a patient by that name. Would you like me to transfer your call to the section where she has been admitted?"

"Yes please, thank you for your help Madame..."

Click, click, click

"Nurse Giroux speaking... May I help you?"

"Yes..."

The young officer explained to the nurse who he was and the reason why he was calling.

"Yes Sir... we do have here a patient by the name of "De Brion"... she answered.

The young officer had noticed that, contrary to the phone operator, the nurse had remained very calm...

"Do you know her?" the nurse asked.

"No, not really... but I'm with her grandson..."

"Oh, young Monsieur Paul? We were expecting his visit... is he alright?" asked the nurse.

"Yes, yes... don't worry about him. He's going to visit his Grandmother later today..."

"... Well... Tell him to come as soon as possible... Madame De Brion is not well at all... Her condition is worsening and... quite frankly... well... I don't think she will be able to last very long... if you see what I mean..."

"Yes... count on me Mademoiselle, I will tell Paul... Thank you Mademoiselle..."

"You're most welcome, Sir."

Click.

The young officer did not even have time to hang up the phone that Paul was nervously asking him:

"What is it you have to tell me?"

Since the young officer had spoken in French with the nurse, Paul had been able to follow part of the conversation...

"...Oh, yes" answered the young officer "... your Grandmother is really there..."

"...I told you so..."

"...Yes, and they are expecting your visit" the young officer calmly said.