Three weeks later.
Magdalena sat at the dinnertable. Across from her sat her uncle. Hardly a single word was spoken and Magdalena feared it was because of the three whole days she spent with Colonel Landa. Did her uncle suspect anything? Did he know what she and the Colonel had been doing? The questions rushed thru her mind over and over again. She was simply to afraid to ask why her uncle was so quiet and deep in his thoughts. A small feeling of nausea rose in her stomach and she started to fear the worst. But at the same time, she wouldn't get any answers if she didn't ask. "Liebe onkel, you seem very quiet this evening. Has something happened that bothers you?" For a split second her uncle looked at her with a worried look in his eyes. "Kleine Magdalena, it has just been alot of work for me lately. Many of our soldiers in Russia has fallen and the number of deaths continues to rise." He paused to take a sip from his coffee. "But that's not something I want to worry you with, liebling." Magdalena sunk down into her chair. Was that the reason he'd been so quiet? She felt immediately better and the feeling of nausea had suddenly gone away. "So, how was your days together with Colonel Landa? Did he treat you well, my dear? I must say, he's an unusually smart and good gentleman, don't you think so too? Madgalena almost choked on the sip of coffee she'd just took. Just as soon as she had felt safe, her onkel asked about Landa. She almost knew her onkel would ask her that. "He's a very good man, onkel. He teached me to play some piano, he red alot of poetry to me and he let me help him in his garden. He's been a very nice company, onkel." Her onkel smiled at her and continued to read the morningpapers.
The breakfast had been almost nerve wracking and one again she had succeeded to lie about her and Hans. Her onkel was often a complete moron but eventually he's going to suspect something. Magdalena had always thought her uncle would get furious if he'd ever find out about his niece sleeping with one of his closest men. But perhaps he wouldn't be so angry at all since her uncle would often look for a good man to marry her and Colonel Landa was a good man indeed but he was also a famous womanizer. Magdalena didn't know what to think of him anymore. Would the famous Jew Hunter ever settle down and raise a family? Could he? There were thoughts that had never striken her before. Magdalena was deeply lost in thoughts when suddenly the sound of a car slowly pulled up next to their house. Thru her bedroom window she could see Colonel Landa step out of his car. She was positive that at the exact moment she saw him, her heart had skipped a beat. But the Colonel wasn't alone. Stepping out of the car, right after Hans, was another man, a younger. By the look of his uniform Magdalena knew the man worked for the Gestapo, and it was the same young man that Magdalena had found between Hans' thighs all those nights ago. She suddenly felt sick and almost upset. Why had Hans brought that young man here? She felt dumbfounded when she realised that they had obviously come here to talk with her uncle. She took one glance at herself in the mirror and walked downstairs.
The first eyes she met in the hallway was the young man from Gestapo. When he recognized Magdalena his face turned red and he quickly looked away. The next person to meet her eyes was Landa. "Magdalena, how nice to see you again." He reached for her hand and softly kissed it, just lingering long enough for her to understand it was more than just a polite gesture. The young man from Gestapo gave her a sour look. "Mein Fuhrer, before me begin our little meeting, would it be possible for me to have a private chat with your niece. It's about...piano lessons."
Magdalena looked at her uncle, afraid that he would suspect something and send her away to her room for the rest of his meeting with Landa and the young man from Gestapo. "Well of course, Hans. Major Hellstrom and I will be waiting for you in my office." "Danke, mein Fuhrer." The Gestapomajor gave her another sour look before he followed her uncle into his office. As soon as the door had closed, Hans turned to Magdalena and pushed her up against the nearest wall. "You little tease, you haven't called me for weeks. Are you trying to make me beg you for a fuck? You know I normally wouldn't do that, but you forced me to plan a unnecessary meeting with your uncle, just so I could see you." Landa pushed the hard bulge inside his pants closer to Magdalena. "Do you feel that, liebling? I've had this erection for atleast two weeks now. What do you think I should do about it?" Before Magdalena could get a chance to answer, he crashed his lips against her, hungrily teasing her tongue with his own. She suddenly got the urge to fuck him right there or to let him bend her over a chair and fuck her from behind. But the image of the young man from Gestapo sitting between Hans' thighs suddenly camr to mind and she pushed Landa away. "Why the hell did you bring your little toyboy from the Gestapo here? Did he have to come?" "Magdalena, bitte. I asked him to come so it would look like I'd have something important to talk about with you uncle. He's just here as an "accessory." Nothing else." She gave him a sharp look and didn't know wether to believe him or not. "My uncle is waiting, you better go in there before they come looking for you and then we'll be in trouble, both of us." Reluctantly, Hans released her from his grip and moved away from her. "I'm not done talkin...piano lessons with you, liebling." As he entered her uncles office and shot the door behind him, a thick silence surrounded the little hallway where she stood, still pressed against the wall. She didn't know what to do with all this.
Clearly, the young man from Gestapo, Hellstrom, had also an eye for The Colonel, it was so obvious. Magdalena was not the type of woman that would declare war against another over a man she desired. Hans simply had to choose. And if that Hellstrom could give her sour looks when Hans wouldn't notice, she could play along and give him a hard time.
