Near Strasbourg, France August 1, 1945
Wednesdays could not start better than this....
Anna Marie stretched her toes and arched her back, driving her shoulder into the naked chest of her new found lover. He had come to her a week ago, and even within that time, his French had improved dramatically. She told him last night what she desired in French and he was, with only a minimal amount of guidance, able to accomplish what she wanted and needed. Her movements were slow and methodical as she slid out of bed and tucked her lover back under the thin cover. She paused and debated if there was enough time for another rapid round. She shook her head and moved to her morning absolutions.
She paused as she heard her brother attempt to boil water. He was newly demobilized and had invited his friend and comrade in arms into their home. An American soldier staying with her, an unmarried and suspect woman with a very short hair cut would have at least raised hackles and whispers, but an American soldier staying for a week with a fellow liberator who just happened to have a younger sister in the house would be seen as nothing remarkable. It might prompt an older woman to buy the man a small glass of wine, as someone's mamere had done on Monday night. But no more, and no less.
She smiled as she looked at the alarm clock. She had at least another twenty minutes before she needed to get ready for work. A warm bed and a happy man awaited her.