Page 31 - Fanget I Tiden oversættelse - caught in time (komplet)-converted

The cold slipped through Peter Eberhardt, as he took off his jacket and gently sat

down on a chair. The stranger stuck a glass of something; he did not know what
was going on. Maybe rum. Maybe cognac.

"Prost! Empty the glass. "

Ströhen sat down beside him with heavy movement. The two men finished the
drinks. Peter noticed a hand that stroked him gently over the short hair. He felt

uncomfortable.

"My little angel, my horny little angel," repeated the colonel.

"Good looks. You take after your mother."
Over and over again in his childhood, Peter Eberhardt heard those words

from his grandfather. He now cursed his own looks far away.

Colonel Ströhen put a hand over his trousers line and gently caught the edge of
the tights.

"We should have a personal talk with the adjudicator, do you hear Fischer?"

Grinning pulled the young soldier up and pushed him against the cold wall. First
Ströhen attacked him, and then Colonel Fischer, who eventually, were very

drunk.
When Peter Eberhardt later sat in front of Fischer, wiping his cock into the towel

they had set for the purpose, the young soldier missed his mother and

grandparents more than ever.
Eventually the cloth was so torn that he had to feel with his hands to find a dry

area while the colonel moaning all red in his head supporting himself on a small

table.
The pain in the head was the worst par. He had become accustomed to the pain

and soreness in the mouth. Fortunately, they had not hit him in the head this

time. The tights had been enough to satisfy them.
When he, ten minutes later, left the barracks, Ströhen and Fischer was snoozing

in their respectable chairs. In this cursed place, it’s all about survival, he said to

himself, as he tied his hands into a fist, gripping on some banknotes he put in his
pocket.