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Landa extended his hand toward the man who looked like he had a kind, but doltish look on his face. "Very good to meet you." He said and Landa smiled.

"Very nice to meet you as well." He said letting go of his hand.

"I'm Robert Hagen and this is my beautiful daughter, Elaine." He said motioning to the young lady behind him. Landa looked her over, careful to keep his eyes above her neck while in front of her father.

"You do not exaggerate." He said as she extended her hand. Instead of the handshake she had expected he raised her hand to his lips and placed a feather light kiss to her skin. Her lips parted slightly as she watched him and felt her hand tingle. When he straightened he placed his other hand on top of hers, enclosing her small, cool hand in the large warmth of his. "Enchante." He said gently, releasing her hand. He smiled at her, and she did her best to smile back, slightly surprised by his polite gesture. No one had ever kissed her hand upon greeting before. After a few seconds she looked away toward the ocean, not liking being under the scrutiny of his gaze. She was all too aware of the pinkness of her cheeks.

"Hagen you said?" Landa asked turning back to Robert. "A German name, yes?" He asked and Elaine fought the urge to roll her eyes.

"Why yes, it is!" Robert said with a large smile. "My grandparents came from Berlin."

"A beautiful city, to be sure." He replied.

"Did you live near there?" Robert asked.

"Oh, no. I am an Austrian. But after the Great War, I went to study in Berlin." He raised a hand to his forehead and sighed deeply. "Forgive me please. Were are my manners. Please, let us continue this conversation inside." He motioned toward the house and gently placed his other hand on Elaine's elbow to escort her in. She nodded once and forced a polite smile on her face. Once inside and her father was turned the other way she pulled her arm from Landa's, with no qualms of her rudeness.

"Your home is quite beautiful." Robert said. "I've always admired the architecture."

"Yes, it is quite lovely." He said as they walked through the house to the sitting room. "I am told it was built in the early 1700's.

"Yes, this is the older part of the town." Robert said. Landa lead them into the sitting room and they all took their seats. Landa watched as Elaine's skirt shifted above her knees as she crossed her legs.

"I'm surprised you can afford it." His eyes were ripped from the creamy calf of her leg and brought up to her deep brown eyes that were looking at him challengingly.

"Elaine!" Robert cried out and Landa felt an amused smile touch his lips.

"It is quite alright. It was rather expensive-"

"Yes, but it is not a proper question. A young lady should not be bringing up a man's finances, and in his own home! I am very sorry for my daughter's rudeness." He said giving her a look of reproach. She just looked back angrily.

"I was hardly rude." He said. "You were a colonel in the war weren't you? It's what everyone says. This is a pretty big house for someone who lives on a Colonel's pay."

"It was actually purchased for me by the United States government for my involvement in ending the war." He said proudly, waiting for curiosity or wonder to appear on her face.

"Yes, if only all S.S officers were so fickle with their loyalty, the war would have ended years ago." Robert looked horrified but Landa's smiled widened as his eyes narrowed.

"And what makes you think I was S.S?" He asked ignoring Robert's gawking.

"The mayor is best friends with the head of the O.S.S. And in this town, people like to talk. Besides, why else would you have a swastika carved into your forehead?" Landa blinked. How did she know about that?

Elaine! That is enough!" Robert said finally, his face flushed with anger. Landa raised his hand to calm him down and deflate the situation.

"Please Sir, I am sure she meant no harm. I am not offended. Young girls rarely know how to make conversation with those more educated and cultured than they are." He said standing, inwardly smiled at the look of outrage on her face. "Can I get you tea? Or coffee?"

"No, thank you. We must be going, I am sure my wife has dinner ready and I'd like to bring Elaine home." He said grabbing onto her arm. Landa walked them out to the car. "I feel I must once again apologize on the behalf of my daughter. She feels she is above showing respect to others. Even war heroes like yourself."

"The right person will teach her some respect I am sure." He said and watched as Elaine's eyes widened slightly. Her father obviously missed the insinuation. Elaine's and Landa's eyes stayed locked on each other's for a few brief moments before she turned her head to the side.

"I would not say I was disrespectful at all. Is it now disrespectful to speak the truth?" She asked, but could not look back at Landa.

"Elaine in the car." Robert said looking back to Landa. "We are having dinner tomorrow night at my home with a small group of friends. I would be honored if you would come." Everyone wants to finally meet you. He said with a smile.

"Well, I don't know-"

"Please come, as an acceptance to my apology. Besides, it is time you became a member of the community." Landa looked over at Elaine, who had not yet gotten into the car. She was looking up at him with a smile, but it was far from a sweet, inviting smile.

"I would love to go." He smiled. Robert smiled in return, clearly pleased.

"I will have my wife prepare a seat for you. Everyone will be so please to finally meet you." They shook hands again before Robert moved away toward the car. Landa offered Elaine his hand, and she slipped hers inside. This time he did not bring her hand to his lips but held her hand in his. He squeezed gently, not enough to cause pain, but hard enough for her to feel it.

"Perhaps tomorrow our conversation can be more…respectful." He said a smile on his face. She nodded her head a few times, taking her eyes from their hands and up to his face where he saw her eyes falter.

"Perhaps. She said and slowly slid her hand from his. She made her way to the car and looked back at him once more before she got into the car. He raised his hands in a good bye and watched the car drive off.

His eyes followed the car with growing excitement. Things wouldn't go as he had originally planned. He had not expected the father to be nearly as friendly, if slightly half witted. Robert struck him as a simpleton, one that would not think twice about Hans' intentions.

In the past the fathers of his younger conquests had always gotten in the way. His youngest, a beautiful nineteen year old French girl, would go as far as to sneak out of her bedroom window in order to be with him. That always managed to amuse him. When a fifty one year old man has a nineteen year old climbing out of her window in order to sleep with him, he is certainly doing something right.

It was the initial meetings that were so difficult. How do you get to the point where a nineteen year old will climb out of a window for you? With an over protective father it is hard to show sexual or romantic interest without being shut down very quickly.

He wouldn't have to worry about that in this case. He prided himself at his ability to read people and Robert Hagen seemed like a trusting simpleton who wouldn't think twice about leaving his daughter alone with a friendly neighbor.

She would be the challenge. She was reserved, and if you took away the rude remarks, she seemed like, in normal situations, she would be a very polite young lady. He could tell be the way she stood and sat that she had been to finishing school. Over all she stuck him as the type of woman who would run from a man like him.

For a moment he felt a longing for his uniform. Women were either so charmed by it they fell into his bed…or so frightened by it they fell into his bed. This girl, however, would probably have not been swayed, either way, by the uniform. His body itched as he thought of her in his bed. God, it had been so long since he had a woman. And the way she looked at him nearly drove him crazy. She was bold and confident and, it appeared, much sharper than her father.

Perhaps, if she proved to be good conversation she could be a long term mistress. Most likely not. The young were really only good for one thing. Most could hardly keep up in the simplest conversation. They were all to interested in clothes and jewelry and celebrities. Frivolous things.

He made his way back to the porch and reclaimed his chair. He lit a cigarette and smiled to himself as he inhaled deeply.

Tomorrow would be fun.

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Sitting in the car Elaine crossed her legs and stared out the window. She was aware her father was angry at her, but she wasn't much more pleased with him right now. Her father was obviously completely snowed by him. Her father, as they drove over to Landa's house told her she shouldn't listen to the rumors that circulated. They sounded pretty plausible to her.

A friend of hers had told her about the scar on his forehead. No one really knew if it was there or not, but her suspicion was confirmed when she had asked the question. She was in the local market when he had come into the store to buy a pack of cigarettes. It was pretty hot that day and as he lifted his hat to wipe sweat from his forehead she saw the light pink lifted skin. She swore it was in the shape of a swastika but all the adults waved her off.

They all seemed to believe his story over the mayors. The mayor, although he was friends with some relatively high military officials was a drunk. He was leaving a bar when he let it slip that Landa was an S.S colonel who jumped ship at the last moment and had gotten the scar in retaliation. Why people still voted for him she didn't know.

Those who had seen Landa in town thought he was very polite and rather shy. Her neighbor, who also saw him in the market and spoke to him very briefly, described him as a "sweet man." Elaine thought there was more to him that met the eye, and she refused to fall for him like everyone else seemed too.

"You should not have been so rude. Her father said shaking his head in disappointment. "Such a nice man."

"You know nothing of him." She said.

"He was very polite, and kind and-"

"I am sure the Devil is charming and handsome too, father." She said and her father fell silent, a frown on his face. She took a deep breath and held her right hand in her left. She could still feel his skin on hers and disliked the tingling of her skin. For a man of his age he was truly very handsome. His piercing eyes, strong jaw made him pleasing to look at but his confident nature and accent only intensified his attractiveness. She refused to be fooled by his false charm and winning smile.

She looked over at her father who was still frowning and it was her time to shake her head. Tomorrow would not be fun.

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