War Torn Love (53 page)

             
What he did next was out of character even for him. In fact, it ended up doing on all our behalf did quickly go
utterly wrong, he was clearly left with no alternative, backed into a corner. He showed his hand and unfortunately, it ended up getting him in troubles with the Nazis. His relationship with them had been a balancing act. For the first time since being appointed in charge she challenged them - up until now he’s been for the most part been playing along, and at times enjoying his power a bit too much, so than what on this particular day made him take a chance of losing everything. Well let us just say, the outcome sadly did not go over so well with the Nazi commander. Suddenly he fell out of favor quickly. The officer would not take being spoken to like this, by a filthy Jew! To the Nazi officer, he was no better than any other Jew!

             
The officer was
livid
, and the very next day after the officer had him and his entire family rounded up, beaten out in the main square so we could all observe this punishment. Then he was sent off that very day, and then the Nazi officer quickly appointed someone
else to
sign over our lives, someone else that was going to do exactly as he had been asked. They would, they knew what would happen if they did not go along. The same thing would happen to him and those he loved.

             
So, when our notification was slipped under the front door, it had come as no real surprise to any of us - we had previously discussed this matter at some length, knowing it was going to happen at our last family gathering, as soon as we found out this was going on. In fact, we had heard the notifications were now being sent out all over the Ghetto. We had all been discussing were it
was that they were transport us all, the rumor mills is spinning out all kind of weird wild ideas. One of the most likely ones going around the Ghetto, was that we were all being sent to some labor-camp probably deep inside the Soviet Union. There was another rumor that they were death-camps that we were all being sent to - or they were turning us into soldiers to fight their war, having us fight on the
front lines
.

             
I recalled previously dreaming about these unfolding events. Those nightmarish dreams from years ago I had experienced before Abeila was born, I felt were actually all now coming true, like it was a angel that had come to me, to warn me of perilous things to come. It was all playing out like the dreams.

             
If one
thing was apparent – we were being sent away. We were being sent somewhere where no one heard of us again, and after our treatment here, that could only mean worse times ahead. People whispered of something called ‘the final solution’ – that they’d overheard soldiers discussing it. We hoped that final solution was to live in peace, somewhere – but clearly, we were not to be a part of his Europe he had envisioned ruling.

             
As soon as that notification had arrived at our door, I got a horrible sick feeling in the lowest pits of my stomach, like morning sickness but much worse, my stomach was twisted all in tight knots.

             
Recalling that night I told Momma of my dreams, I remembered what she had said to me, but I just did not think that she could have possibly envisioned something as
horrible as this; I would have to wonder if she would have given me the same advice now knowing what we now know.

             
I then turned to Abram for some comfort through this and maybe answers, “Honey do you think we are going to be ok? Where is it they will be taking us?”

             
He paused, a second, “Ya, darling it’s just probably a work-camp is all! Not much different than this place.” Humoring me, he threw in, “Well probably even get more food when we get here perhaps it will be a large farm – imagine, being back on a farm dear Hana.”

             
I could tell just by the expression on his face and his current body language that he did not believe what he was saying - I sensed he was holding back something. But he did not want me to worry over it, just as he knew I surely would be. I usually get obsessive about such things, and tend to not let things go, as I almost certainly should. He was the levelheaded one between the two of us - he was sweet that way! He thought it was his self-imposed job to try to shield me from the perils of the world, but no matter how much he wanted to, I still saw.  He could not completely keep the world away from me, especially not these days. 

             
He knew I was a strong, independent, very opinionated woman, sometime much too opinionated for some - luckily for me, my husband never judged me. Still that being said, with him, I did not mind, because I knew his intentions were good - he had the heart of gold. He just hated seeing me in pain. There was a real part of me
thankful that he did, I sometimes forget what a wonderful man I had.”

             
“Thank you!” I kissed his hand, and laid my head on his chest. He then put his arms around me, and lovingly held onto me, neither of us saying anything. We both comforted one another through our other senses.

             
Though he would never confess to it, or even show it - but once in a blue moon, there was a small crack in his armor exposed. But he needed me as much as I needed him, we drew much of our strength from one another – it was, always that way, and I hoped it would remain that way. 

             
We decided to go get some privacy. The two of us wanted to get away from the rest of the family.  For a while, I needed some air in the worst way, and let’s just say for the sake of or marriage, I think any adult could figure out what it was I was referring. Relieved to finally be alone with him.

             
We both headed up to the roof, since we knew, thanks to the notice that  this would be our last time, and in all likelihood there would be no one else up there at the moment, with as cold as it was currently outside. I gave him a wink, to give him a subtle clue what I was thinking! The roof was about one of the only places, we could go to still be alone, in this impossible world - just the two of us to had an opportunity to be all alone once more. It could prove quite tough on all of us having others around, all the time. So on these very rarest times we valued it greatly, if we had a chance to sneak off, then we were going to take it!

             
Hand and hand we went up to the roof almost every evening if we had an opportunity. We disciplined ourselves to make the time – not just make it, but make it count.  It was so pleasant not to be competing with anyone else for my husband’s attention, or even for a little space. I had my husband all to myself, like in our old lives, when we would take a walk in the evening.

             
My gosh, he was looking so handsome. I could simply eat him all up - tonight he was to become my yummy desert. We knew that this was our last night together here and this had become our special spot.

             
Probably our last to be alone in a very long time, having no idea about this new place we were
going. Thinking
ahead before our romantic interlude, I had brought a thick blanket up to the roof with us, to stave off some of the wintry chill. It was a clear, quite beautiful night - the stars were shining brightly, painting an amazing
silhouette
, on the otherwise nearly full moon brightening the canvass they lay against.

             
I was not just following him up to the roof to just talk, or perhaps just look up at the stars, he knew all too well, what I was up to, he always could sense when I desired him in ways that could take care of the flame he had created in the first place. Burning hotly inside of my body, my senses were all alive. Burning so powerfully, my desires were elevating with every step closer we drew to the roof - the thought of having him made me tingle. I was assigning him an important mission I needed to be fulfilled, and only it was he that could take care of my very special
needed.  I had been thinking about this all day. On the way up, he grabbed my ass and firmly squeezed it!

             
Ever since I had gotten married to Abram, I learned how making love to my husband, was a real stress reliever. Sex was like a very powerful drug that made me fill so incredibly good for a long time afterwards, in a way I never even thought that was even possible. The way he would fill me up with all his manhood was quite impressive. I would have never imagined lovemaking could have felt this incredible, it was a feeling I possibly could not begin to describe in words.

             
Then of course, my wandering mind had gotten the better of me. I certainly did not mean to be thinking of this at this particular moment, not when we were in the thralls of love making, but that is the way my wacky mind works at times, generally at the most inopportune times. I was unable to dismiss it. I think it had to do with the fact I was becoming deathly worried about what was going to become of us all after tomorrow rolled around. Where was it that we were going to be taken away to? I wondered would they be taking us from the country from which I was born, and raised, the land I held so dear.

             
With Poppa now babysitting his granddaughter, It gave her Daddy and mommy both an opportunity to be all alone. I had to snap myself out of my sudden funk, as I had allowed those darker thoughts to creep in. Trying to remember where I was, certainly not wanting to spoil the moment. Of course, as my husband was gently nibbling my ear the way I loved. He was not playing fair; he knew this was the way to drive me wild and it was working.

             
It was very cold out on the roof, so if we were going to make love, we would had to not beat around the bush, no time for the normal prequel of our general foreplay I would normally have a preference to actually doing, I sometimes thought that this was the best part. I usually made him work for it.

             
Mommas taught me, she would say, “never give the milk away for free. A woman has to do what a woman has
had to do. That is her greatest power, their hold over their husband. The man will appreciate it a whole lot more if they have to work for it, it is like a game, but a whole lot more exciting. Sometimes it is our greatest asset” 

             
I really did not need him to get me in the mood certainly not on this night, since I was already all hot and bothered down there. Just see
ing how handsome he was looking. W
ell before ever coming up here to the roof with him, it was clear to me, upon seeing his manhood I was much more in the mood than he obvious was, but I was confident that it would not take me much to get him in a state I needed him to be in.

             
There would be no way that I was going to take my clothing off in this cold - it was even chiller than I had anticipated out here.

             
There was a little wall that rose up about three feet in the middle of the massive main roof. There was another small roof. We were away from the dangerous outer edge where we could had easily fallen off - so no one would see us we backed away from the edge. Hearing us was a completely different story; well me up here I did not really
care if anyone down below us here our goings on. I surely was not going to hold myself back just because of they might hear what were up too. I hoped to be able to sing out in pure ecstasy! See if he was able to do that to me. Then I certainly would have a smile on my face later on, I know I would be glowing afterwards.

             
I signaled that I was ready for him, in a submissive, playful sort of way. When it came to love making that is the way I preferred, though my darling husband usually had to be coached along, maybe after years of marriage I would no longer have to do this. But then according to Momma and Marym, and even some of my other married friends they all seem to claim that is the way it is with their men, and men  in general, they know nothing about women, they needed to be coached, and trained, they were all alike, “bulls in a china shop.” Nevertheless, they told me not to give up, be patient with them, because it will pay off, in unbelievable unexpected ways. As a lover, I had to say Abram had come along way, from our first time, but then so had I, I guess. We both had been so nervous on our first time. I had to teach him to slow down, or it would be over before it ever ha
d a chance to get started.