Rip stood in her bedroom, she was slightly dazed and just nervous. She knew what this night held. Her Death. After all, her death did not come on the day she was ripped from her home in Eastern Germany, nor did it come the next day, but every day for the next forty years, and now finally, it would all be over. She would finally be able to rest…in peace… she hoped. the German Opera played eerily through out the sterile room. Tonight it would be all over, she told herself. It sent an adrenaline thrill through her. Since 1942 her life had been made a living hell. She had been the fuck toy of every man in the ranks, except for one. She was the only woman—well next to Joleen, but the men saw her as a man, despite her breasts, a thing which Rip lacked, the curves most 17 year olds had, which she also lacked. She was taken advantage of, hurt, torn and shattered numerous times for the sheer pleasure of the opposite sex. She learned the first time not to resist, what it had cost her. She had lost everything she had, including her name, which was so comically given to her by Major after the 20 years that she was dormant. She could still remember her name though- Margot Kotek. She was Romanian, she knew that, but she could not remember her mother's name, her first lover's or anything else. She spun around in a daze, and came face to face with Captain Hans. She dropped her antique flintlock musket at her side.

"Hans." She whispered.

"Todesengel." (German for Angel of Death… in case ya'll were wondering..) he replied leaning forward to capture her form in an embrace. She knocked the hat off of his head when she ran lithe fingers through sandy blonde locks. Somehow his dead lips found hers, and he kissed her lightly and softly, it lasted long enough that the first lieutenant had red cheeks. Their eyes met. Hans ran his hand through raven black tendrils. Her hands fluttered and moved to his belt. Captains Nimble fingers undid the six buttons on her suit jacket revealing the two belts she wore, one of them bearing a swastika. The other was wrapped around her hips, simply a black belt. Her fevered hands ran the length of his coat-tearing buttons from it. Hans ripped the blouse down her slender shoulders the buttons and seams popping angrily. The creamy revealing flesh wore a lacy red bra that covered small tender breasts. His lips guided towards hers and she kicked off her shoes and led them to the bed. Captain gazed at the raw image of her body, her small chest, tight, hard, well sculpted stomach. She was boyish sexy, yet refined and elegant. They both went through years of training to get their bodies to their strongest point.

Rip knew she had to get laid at least one last time before she finally left, and this time, it would be done her way…

…With the Mad Major watching the entire scene.

11/20/04 3:45 A.M.

Tiffany Stevens. "Rip Van Winkle."

"My warhead makes NO distinction between Riff-raff."

Margot Kotek is my girlfriends great-aunt who died in Auschwitz in Early 1944, She was 19 when taken prisoner, and 21 when she died. She was Romanian and living in Berlin at the time, with her older sister Hannah. The seize happened August 14 1942. It has also been recorded that she gave birth to a baby girl who died in the concentration camp with her. Her death is approximated between January and March of 1944. Her sister Hannah passed away earlier this year at 86 years old in Munich Germany. Dedicated to them and Their Grandchildren Hans, and Rayven, and great-grandchildren Francesca and Liona.