Post by Joachim von Goethe on Aug 2, 2009 21:44:29 GMT
Country: Bavaria Region of Germany
Current Time: Noon
Weather Conditions: A cool late summer day, with the sun shining gleefully down and a brisk wind tugging at the tall pines.
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The Oberleutnant’s hand moved swiftly over the sun soaked paper, the tip of a golden-gilded pen scrawling out a signature. Sharp black ink spelled out Joachim von Goethe’s full name at the bottom of a supply order, completing the order for more oil to a brigade of Panzers on the Eastern Front. The officer picked up the paper with delicate hands and set it on the growing stack of completed paperwork, still dwarfed by the unfinished ones glaring at Joachim. He sighed at the tower of paper and reclined in his big leather chair, crossing his booted legs absentmindedly under the table.
Joachim sat in his small office room in his quant summer home. The walls where painted an off-white cream with olive trim along the floor and ceiling. Hardwood planks where laid on the floor, the same as every room in the house except the bathrooms, where his wife had insisted on tiles instead. Six pictures where hung on the two walls to his right and left walls, three on each. On the right were an Alpine landscape oil painting, a pressed, framed Edelweiss flower, and a small photo of Joachim and his wife. On the left there were another painting, this time a beautiful male stag, a framed Swastika, and a portrait of the Fuhrer. Behind him, a massive ceiling to ceiling, wall to wall picture window looking over the sweeping green forest criss-crossed by roads and other summer houses reserved for officers of the Reich. Guarding the door where two identical cherry wood bookcases, stacked with military writings and old German philosophy books. Joachim himself was perched in a huge leather chair pushed next an oak wood desk cluttered with neat stacks of papers and empty coasters.
As the Oberleutnant resumed his work a knock on his door startled him some as a distinctly feminine voice tried to sound mockingly masculine behind it. “Genehmigung zur Einreise in, oh großer Herr Oberleutnant!” von Goethe rolled his eyes and sighed loudly before saying “Hereinkommen, Vikky.” The doorknob turned and the wood swung open, revealing Joachim’s wife, Viktoria von Goethe. She was dressed in a tight-fitting navy blue dress that had a split up to her hip, her top strapless and low on her cleavage. Tall high heels where strapped to Viktoria’s feet, and the strained officer threw his hands up in the air, annoyed by the peskiness of the world. “Nicht jetzt, Honig. Ich bin nicht in der Stimmung.” He said, hanging his tired head down to face his paperwork. But Mrs. Von Goethe would not take no as an answer. She flipped her long blonde locks and strutted over to the table, her tong playing with the edges of her mouth. The woman dragged her dainty pink fingertips across the oak of the table, before leading them seductively up his uniform sleeve and toying with his collar. She leaned in close, close enough that Joachim could smell her sweet-smelling perfume and feel her hair brushing his officer’s cap. “Come on, Soldat. Ihre überlastet, möchte ich Sie verwöhnen ... nur ein bisschen. Come on, Joachim, wissen Sie, Sie zu ...” She said, snatching his cap off of his head and setting it on her blonde curls. She strutted around the front of his desk and did a fake little military march.
“Nein Vikky. Und das ist endgültig.” He said, staring at her hard with his grey-blue eyes. She looked at him angrily and threw his cap on the ground, crushing the brim with a smash of her high heels. Then, with every bit of diva-ness that could be summoned up inside of her she turned her back and began to walk out the door. As she exited, Joachim piped up quickly and asked her “Vikky lieben, während Ihr dort unten, könnten Sie mir einen schlechten Schuss Jagermeister, wenden Sie sich bitte?” Viktoria looked back at him with fierce eyes and slammed the door, which Joachim took as a no.
He engrossed himself in his paperwork once again, stopping only to glance at his appearance once or twice to check his grays. God, I’m getting old…Joachim thought to himself, brushing a hand across his rough grayish stubble. His hair was still blondish brown, but when he neglected to shave it began to grow in depressingly silvery. He needed to keep up with his shaving habits…
His thoughts where disrupted suddenly as he heard a rap at the downstairs front door and Viktoria answer it, probably in her lingerie he thought. He loved her more than anything, but sometimes she could be such a nuisance… After a brief conversation that Joachim could not make out Vikky yelled up to him. "Joachim! Sie haben eine BESUCHER!" She screamed, and Joachim rose from his chair, retrieved his crushed officer’s cap from the floor, dusted it off, plopped it on his head, and trotted down the stairs to great his visitor.
TRANSLATIONS
Permission to enter, oh great Herr Oberleutnant!
Come in, Vikky.
Not now honey, I’m not in the mood.
Come on, soldier, your overworked. Let me indulge you…just for a little while…Come on Joachim, you know you want too…
No, Vikky. And that is final.
Vikky dear, while your down there, do you mind pouring me a shot of Jagermeister.?”
JOACHIM! YOU HAVE A VISITOR!
Current Time: Noon
Weather Conditions: A cool late summer day, with the sun shining gleefully down and a brisk wind tugging at the tall pines.
***
The Oberleutnant’s hand moved swiftly over the sun soaked paper, the tip of a golden-gilded pen scrawling out a signature. Sharp black ink spelled out Joachim von Goethe’s full name at the bottom of a supply order, completing the order for more oil to a brigade of Panzers on the Eastern Front. The officer picked up the paper with delicate hands and set it on the growing stack of completed paperwork, still dwarfed by the unfinished ones glaring at Joachim. He sighed at the tower of paper and reclined in his big leather chair, crossing his booted legs absentmindedly under the table.
Joachim sat in his small office room in his quant summer home. The walls where painted an off-white cream with olive trim along the floor and ceiling. Hardwood planks where laid on the floor, the same as every room in the house except the bathrooms, where his wife had insisted on tiles instead. Six pictures where hung on the two walls to his right and left walls, three on each. On the right were an Alpine landscape oil painting, a pressed, framed Edelweiss flower, and a small photo of Joachim and his wife. On the left there were another painting, this time a beautiful male stag, a framed Swastika, and a portrait of the Fuhrer. Behind him, a massive ceiling to ceiling, wall to wall picture window looking over the sweeping green forest criss-crossed by roads and other summer houses reserved for officers of the Reich. Guarding the door where two identical cherry wood bookcases, stacked with military writings and old German philosophy books. Joachim himself was perched in a huge leather chair pushed next an oak wood desk cluttered with neat stacks of papers and empty coasters.
As the Oberleutnant resumed his work a knock on his door startled him some as a distinctly feminine voice tried to sound mockingly masculine behind it. “Genehmigung zur Einreise in, oh großer Herr Oberleutnant!” von Goethe rolled his eyes and sighed loudly before saying “Hereinkommen, Vikky.” The doorknob turned and the wood swung open, revealing Joachim’s wife, Viktoria von Goethe. She was dressed in a tight-fitting navy blue dress that had a split up to her hip, her top strapless and low on her cleavage. Tall high heels where strapped to Viktoria’s feet, and the strained officer threw his hands up in the air, annoyed by the peskiness of the world. “Nicht jetzt, Honig. Ich bin nicht in der Stimmung.” He said, hanging his tired head down to face his paperwork. But Mrs. Von Goethe would not take no as an answer. She flipped her long blonde locks and strutted over to the table, her tong playing with the edges of her mouth. The woman dragged her dainty pink fingertips across the oak of the table, before leading them seductively up his uniform sleeve and toying with his collar. She leaned in close, close enough that Joachim could smell her sweet-smelling perfume and feel her hair brushing his officer’s cap. “Come on, Soldat. Ihre überlastet, möchte ich Sie verwöhnen ... nur ein bisschen. Come on, Joachim, wissen Sie, Sie zu ...” She said, snatching his cap off of his head and setting it on her blonde curls. She strutted around the front of his desk and did a fake little military march.
“Nein Vikky. Und das ist endgültig.” He said, staring at her hard with his grey-blue eyes. She looked at him angrily and threw his cap on the ground, crushing the brim with a smash of her high heels. Then, with every bit of diva-ness that could be summoned up inside of her she turned her back and began to walk out the door. As she exited, Joachim piped up quickly and asked her “Vikky lieben, während Ihr dort unten, könnten Sie mir einen schlechten Schuss Jagermeister, wenden Sie sich bitte?” Viktoria looked back at him with fierce eyes and slammed the door, which Joachim took as a no.
He engrossed himself in his paperwork once again, stopping only to glance at his appearance once or twice to check his grays. God, I’m getting old…Joachim thought to himself, brushing a hand across his rough grayish stubble. His hair was still blondish brown, but when he neglected to shave it began to grow in depressingly silvery. He needed to keep up with his shaving habits…
His thoughts where disrupted suddenly as he heard a rap at the downstairs front door and Viktoria answer it, probably in her lingerie he thought. He loved her more than anything, but sometimes she could be such a nuisance… After a brief conversation that Joachim could not make out Vikky yelled up to him. "Joachim! Sie haben eine BESUCHER!" She screamed, and Joachim rose from his chair, retrieved his crushed officer’s cap from the floor, dusted it off, plopped it on his head, and trotted down the stairs to great his visitor.
TRANSLATIONS
Permission to enter, oh great Herr Oberleutnant!
Come in, Vikky.
Not now honey, I’m not in the mood.
Come on, soldier, your overworked. Let me indulge you…just for a little while…Come on Joachim, you know you want too…
No, Vikky. And that is final.
Vikky dear, while your down there, do you mind pouring me a shot of Jagermeister.?”
JOACHIM! YOU HAVE A VISITOR!
