My German Lover, Part 22

Paul opened the trunk of his father's car, and Mrs Bloomfield slowly laid down inside of it... Then, Lutz opened the trunk of his car... and Mr Bloomfield did the same...

"All set?", Paul asked...

"Let's go", Lutz answered.

At one o'clock that night, they made their way out of Paris.

Will was first, driving the big black citröen... with the Nazi flag on the hood... Paul was sitting on the back seat, as all "important" people do!

Lutz was driving his car right behind them...

An hour later, they had to slow down... and then, they saw German soldiers on the road, checking each and every car...

As they were waiting to be checked, Paul leaned to the front seat, put a hand on Will's shoulder and said:

"Stay calm, Will... Stick to our story... and don't worry: God is with us! Nothing can happen..."

Their hearts were beating fast... and as Will felt he was almost out of breath, he pulled is side window down...

The soldiers were now checking the car right in front of them...

They were next!

When Paul saw the soldiers were about to walk over to their car, he said to Will:

"Do you know what, Will? When they get over here, I'll stick my dick up your ass... and I'll fuck you... right in front of them... what do you think?"

"What?", Will asked, stunned...

"Yeah! I'm gonna fuck you real hard, right in front of them... Do you think they would like our show?"

Will couldn't help it, and he bursted out laughing...

So when a soldier walked over to their car, what he saw was a German officer, laughing his heart out...

He looked at Will's uniform and at the car...

Then, he leaned a bit and, with a grin on his face, he said:

"Gute nacht, Unterfeldwebel..."

"Hallo, alter schwede!" (Hi there, old friend...), Will answered, still laughing...

The soldier was now smiling at Will, and he politely asked:

"Papiere und zulassungspapiere, bitte!" (Papers and registration papers, please)

The soldier checked the papers, as well as Paul's papers...

Will answered his questions, and explained they were on their way to joined a party trown by German officers at Chartres... They were already late, Will explained... and were in a hurry! What kind of party? Oh! The kind their wifes back in Germany would not appreciate, if you see what I mean...

Being a simple soldier, the young man thought to himself it was better for him not to make too much troubles... After all... the guy driving the car was a German officer...

"And the officer driving the car right behind us is also coming to the same party...", Will said to the soldier...

The soldier walked over to Lutz's car, checked his papers, then walked back to Paul's car...

He gave back to Will his papers, smiled, then he looked at the other soldiers who were blocking the road and shouted at them:

"Alles klar, in ordnung..." (It's all good...)

Then, the soldier looked back at Will and said:

"Bitte nachsenden... Auf wiedersehen, und viel vergnügen!" (Please forward... Good bye, and enjoy yourself!)

"Danke schön... Danke schön... und gute nacht..." (Thank you... thank you... and good night...), Will said as he raised his side window and began to slowly drive right pass the other soldiers...

He saluted them, and they all smiled back at him...

Will looked in his rearview mirror, and saw Lutz's car was following him...

A few minutes later, they were driving at full speed, and back on their way...

"Thank God!", Will sighed... "All I had in mind was the firing squad... and your dick up my ass!"

"Which one would you prefer?", Paul asked, grinning...

"Do I really have to answer that?", Will said, laughing... "Fucking me in front of them... Were you crazy or what?"

"It did the trick, didn't it? Instead of looking at a nervous wreck, all the soldiers saw was a German officer, laughing his heart out...", Paul answered...

"Cela ne fait pas très distingué, cependant..." (It's not very elegant, though...), they heard Mrs Bloomfield say, from the trunk where she was hiding...

Will looked back at Paul and they bursted out laughing: They had totally forgotten Mrs Bloomfield could hear them perfectly well from where she was hiding...

"Are you alright in there, Mrs Bloomfield?"

"... Fortunately, your father has a big car... It's not too bad in here... But I worry for my husband...", she answered.

"Oh, don't worry Ma'am... We're almost there...", Paul answered.

As they neared the place where they were going, both drivers shut down their head-lights... and they slowly made their way to a house...

Paul got out of the car and went to a door. He knocked, and waited.

A man opened the door, smiled at Paul and said:

"Ah! Monsieur de Brion... Je vous attendais... (I was expecting you, Mr de Brion...)

"... Any danger?", Paul asked, looking around...

"None!", the man answered.

"I have a surprise... A big surprise for you!", Paul said! He walked over to his car, opened the trunk, and helped Mrs Bloomfield make her way out of it...

As Will and Lutz got off their cars, the man was a bit... puzzled... to see two German officers...

Then Lutz opened the trunk of his car, and helped Mr Bloomfield out of it...

"Quick!", Paul said... "Get inside..."

As they all went inside the house, Paul looked at the man and said:

"Monsieur le Curé, je vous présente madame et monsieur Bloomfield... Ils sont juifs..." (Vicar, please meet Mrs & Mr Bloomfield... They are Jews..., Paul said to the Vicar...

"And this is Will and the other officer is Lutz... I've already told you about Will, if you remember...", Paul said, looking at the Vicar straight in the eyes...

"Oh yes... He's... your mother was talking about him in her last letter, if my memory serves me well...", the Vicar answered, smiling at Paul...

"Precisely...", Paul answered, grinning...

"Well... Welcome all to the Presbytery... Please, do sit down...", the Vicar said, with a big smile on his face.

They sat down and then, Paul explained everything to the Vicar...

"... Your church is the safest place I could think of...", Paul concluded....

"...And you were right!", the Vicar answered.... "The Gestapo will never come in here...". And, turning to Mrs & Mr Bloomfield, the Vicar said: "And you are most welcome here... My church is one of the best hiding place in France... It was built more than four centuries ago, and underneath the structure, there are hiding places no one could find... During the Revolution, a few noble-men hid there, and they were never found by the revolutionaries... We shall hide you there, and we'll wait to see what's going on in Paris..."

"How can we thank you all...", Mrs Bloomfield said... "We don't know what to say..."

"None sense! You would do the same for us...", the Vicar answered... "I understand you have a son?", he then asked...

"Yes", Mrs Bloomfield answered...

Obviously, she felt uneasy, talking about her son in front of a priest...

"Can I tell him?", Paul asked Mrs Bloomfield...

"... Yes, please, do!", she answered...

"Monsieur le Curé..." Paul started to explain to the Vicar... "I've known their son Robert since childhood... He's a fine young man! He's with the Résistance... He's a member of the Front National..."

"Oh... Is that why you were a bit embarrassed... Because he's a Communist?", the Vicar asked Mrs Bloomfield, laughing...

"Well, you're a priest...", Mrs Bloomfield answered...

"No need to be embarrassed, madame: You should be proud to have a son with the Résistance... And it so happens that I personally know of a few guys who are members of the Front National... So perhaps, I can try to pass the information to them, so that your son knows you are here, well and safe...", the Vicar answered, with a smile on his face...

"Now Father, you will excuse us... But we have to go back to Paris right away...", Paul said...