Friday 1 April 2011

The Favorite Game


My grandmother, Jeanne, descendant of another, more famous girl of that name, lived with her family on the Atlantic coast west of Bordeaux.

Jeanne was ten years old when the war came to her village. When the soldiers rounded up all the Jews, including their parents, Jeanne and her sister had escaped by hiding in the secret tunnels beneath their house. Later they would hide in the cellar of an abandoned house in the winter town. During that harsh winter of 40/41, they almost starved, but survived by stealing from wherever, catching fish from the lagoon early in the mornings.

When spring came, they were eventually discovered. A young German, barely eighteen, on patrol in that area, stumbled across their hiding place whilst chasing a stray cat. Naturally, Jeanne was scared that they would be held captive, maybe even tortured. Her sister Isabelle, five years older, had other ideas. She teased and flirted with Franz, the young soldier from Bavaria, until he decided that the two sisters would be his secret. He brought them food, shared cigarettes with Isabelle, and declared himself a free man.

Jeanne watched from the shadows as Franz kissed her sister, drew her closer, holding her tight, pulling her skirt up. She listened to the sounds of their bodies from the next room where her sister screamed as she reached orgasm.

Often they played their favorite game – the soldier and the whore. Franz was a soldier on leave from the front, Isabelle his Jewish whore. That was fine, as long as Franz played along. Until the day he turned his attention to the now twelve year old Jeanne.

London, 70 years later. The tall German Felix looks quite the part in his father’s Nazi uniform. Ella, in a bright red dress, dark stockings, and heavy make up, is a convincing whore. The favorite game hasn’t changed, just the players.

Felix has Ella in a vice like grip, one arm encircling her waist whilst he slowly peels away her garments - revealing the flesh of her bosom, her navel, the softness of her thighs, the curly hairs over her moist vagina. Now he enters, fiercely driving his monstrous shaft between her legs, Ella screaming as he does so. Felix slaps her across the face, shouting – bitch, lesbian, whore, filthy Jew scum.

Ella tries to think of something, but the only face that comes to mind is that of young Jeanne.