War Torn Love (49 page)

             
I playfully smiled back, batted my eyes. “Oh you know I am! I will make it up to you.”

             
Poppa, seeing we had a hot fire burning in the stove, a commented it was now putting out a good measure of heat, and continued to stoke it till, the fire slowly began heating the entire apartment up, I would not have to worry about shaking any longer, because I was so cold. It was amazing – the stove was taking the chill out of the place at last. The first time I had been warm in several months.

             
Then it was the men turn at taking their own turns at bathing, while all the females retired to one of the two bedrooms, so the men would not had to be as modest around us as they cleaned themselves. We stayed in the bedroom tending to the kids until the men were finally done bathing. By this time, the kids were all asleep. Letting us
know it was safe to venture out, we then we found them something to put on, they were not about to put their dirty clothed back on. Our next chore was washing their clothing.  Boy did they stink! There was no fun in this daunting task! We had a line strung over the tub to dry the clothing. And thankfully it was situated close to the hot stove. We knew
that
by morning we would be able to wear our clothing once more.

             
While we were hectically washing all the men’s clothing, Marym got busy making us up some soup and some unleavened bread to go along with it. As the soup boiled away on the stove, and the bread cooked, the smell began to build up and linger thickly throughout the small apartment. We all smelt it you could not help it, it was overpoweringly good smelling and such a wonderful thing. Our mouth was all by now watering. I was so at this point in time, I would had eaten just about anything to try quell my burning hunger. It got to the point where I could not focus on anything else, but the thought of eating. One by one, we all drew closer to the stove, observing the soup boiling away. It would be a stew - if she actually had more
ingredients
to put inside, like meat.

             
I had been so busy washing clothing that I had not had a chance to check in on Abeila, being sick she was still in resting in bed, and quite warm. Once dinner was ready, concerned I went ahead and woke her up, my dear sweet Abeila able to get her to try eating. I knew I had to feed her something; she had not eaten anything in two days. The only way she would get well would be to eat. She soon went back to sleep shortly afterwards. Her little hand
wrapped around a few of my fingers as she fell back into slumber, quickly snoring. Smiling as she slept. That was the first smile I had witnessed in her in the last couple of days. It was very touching seeing this.

             
Abram and I turned out to be sleeping on the floor. It was not the comfortable bed either of us were probably looking for. Nothing at all like our old bed. All the same, considerably improvement after having to sleep on the cold-hard ground for the last couple of months. What we did do, we pulled apart the beds, pulling the box springs off, in order that most everyone was at least sleeping off the hard floor. The one thing that we had going for us, was we were going to be warm. To be warm while I slept, I could give up some comfort. Warmer than you know in the case of my husband and I.

             
I guess Abram was not kidding about wanting to kiss me. Remarkably, to my own utter delight, something had gotten into him. When everyone else was asleep in the small room, he began playfully stroking me.

             
With the door propped open, so the heat from the stove could filter on into the bedroom. Of course, this meant one thing in particular not working in our favor – we would have to be silent or everyone would know though, after months of close quarters, it did not bother me as badly. 

             
Abram started getting quite frisky with me. He had been a bit playful in which the way he glanced at me all evening. I was still quite
asleep at the time when Abram had begun making his move. The only way available to be
able to make love with one another, with our family always around at the time we desired to give that special attention to one another, we were forced to hold back, well when I say we, I actually refer to me. We just could not stop making love to each other. When I had suffered through more than a few nights without my husband’s loving touch, I grew a bit worked up, usually leading to some interesting quite amazing dreams. Dreams I woke up smiling from, and breathing hard.

             
I needed an outlet to resolve my uncontrollable sexual thoughts I was experiencing just the touch of his hands gave me goose bumps, in a very special way. Until I married my husband, I had no idea what a touch of a man could mean, and now it would seem I could not get enough of him, I am not ashamed to say this. Therefore, you could surely see when he started kissing the side of my neck, brushing away my long hair. Which he knew drives me madly crazy, - he was not playing fair with me, but since the thought of the way he had been doting all over me during the evening, well the thought of that once asleep had began filtering into some might I say pretty erotic dreams. So you could certainly see when the attention of my husband started up, at first I had been imagining this was all still part of a dream. By the time he had gotten to me, well I was already experiencing a found wetness developing between my creamy thighs amplifying what was already going on.  Though he is paying close attention to my neck, usually more than often than not drives me wild, and untamed with passion. He knows how to get me excited.

             
I was still quietly sleepy, as this sudden interest dotting on me, had started up. My impatient husband not so satisfied I was not getting into it like I normally would; I was, but I pretended not to be, my reasoning behind it, frankly I liked what he was doing to me, like was not a strong enough word.  I wanted him to work for it. If I did, then he would go out of his way to satisfy me.

             
He then started squeezing both breasts gently at first, probably as a way to pleasantly wake me. Then a couple of minutes afterward, as they started getting firm and hard, he started sucking on my nipple, back and forth with his lips, on each one, paying them both equal attention. It was not long afterwards that well one exciting activity led to another, even more intense passion erupting like a volcano erupting in the both of us. By now, he was on top of me - I was submissive to his dominance over me.

             
I desperately needed to feel him. I reached up, and ran my hands over his muscular chest. Soon he climbed off of me, turning his attention off my breasts. And traveled to the very reactor of passion. What he did to me, let us just say he had not done to me in a very long dry spell. Frankly, I did not know he could do it. It had been so long. I think it also had to do with the fact that he knew I was clean down there for the first time in a very long time. I became embarrassed knowing, when I could not control myself. The feelings erupting deep inside of me were just so strong. By this time, I just could not care. The others had, or could hear me. No matter how hard I had tried
restraining
my passions, and remaining silent, I just could not. It had been so long since I had felt this good! Especially in these
particular areas. Abram was not entirely silent either! He was not the only one going all out!

             
Afterwards still panting, we began snuggling. My loins were on fire, quivering long afterwards. However, the closeness, and cuddling is what I needed the most, and was receiving.

             
So the saying, “lead by example,” Well let’s just say that about an hour after Abram had completely rocked my world, Marym and her husband had started making love to one another when I think that they thought it was safe, that we were both now asleep, seeing Abram was mildly snoring. My sister was passionate in the way she too made love, but she was a sort of low key prude in others, keep it to herself sort of silently moaner - I just think she had better control than I.

             
There was a point I knew it was wrong, I know I should had not been listening to them. I thought how odd being forced to listen to them. I had nowhere else to go. I did my best to ignore them. Even plugging my ears, with my fingers.

             
It did not take so long afterward our own session, being all relaxed, and satisfied that Abram was out like a light, with a grin on his face, I am sure. Meanwhile I lay awake, my mind going a thousand different directions all at once. I took the time to try to reflect on all the things I was thankful truly for in my life, for this I prayed. I knew that I would not have been able to get through any of this, without the unconditional love I had been given from my adoring husband, and for my faith in “God!”

             
Our first night spent in the Ghetto was going to be one of the last happy moments in time going forward. I would had to make this night last for a very long time. I experienced true happiness, where there was still the chance of optimism in our life. After all the time we’d travelled, and hidden and ran – I wanted to relax. That feeling we would learn could be overly tiring to experience night and day. Always glancing over your shoulder, wondering if the Germans would show up at some point.

             
Therefore, as I lay there, I reflected on the fact we had something to eat, a warm bed to sleep in, and share with my husband. And the love of a wonderful man, a beautiful daughter. And my family still with me. Everything that was truly significant to me in this world was my family. The goodness was capped off, with hearing how happy my sister and her husband were as they occasional would quietly laugh, as they lay awake that night talking. I guess what I mean to say hearing my sister laugh for the first time since losing her child warmed me on the inside it was the first time I thought that she might be finally allowing herself to heal. This brought tears to my eyes; she had been so depressed as of late. This was the first time they made love – like us, they’d struggled in the last few months.

             
After a year had passed in this Ghetto, things inside really had not gotten better for any of us - if anything I would had to say they had grown worse by the day, the population here had increased tenfold.  For a while, things were actually almost humane under the power of the
council, for the first time a school was set up. But with the war rapidly expanding, and the unremitting influx of Jews, the improvement did not last, the school was eventually shut down. Food rations were once again cut back it was too hard to keep adding resources to the expanding population, when the Germans were not willing to provide us addition food. They were not just showing up from Poland any longer, but now they were coming to us from all over Eastern, and Western Europe. Coming from such countries like the Soviet Union, France, Belgium, Holland, Germany, and any other countries the Nazis had invaded since 1939. It would seem like they were unstoppable. I think Hitler’s sole mission was to clear out, and rid Europe of all the entire Jewish population. Having us contained in just a few designated areas, were we would be easily controlled. I somehow knew, since long before the Nazis had started their march across Europe – that this day was coming. Before I was pregnant, I sensed something very bad looming on the horizon. I felt like this Ghetto was meant to be nothing more than a stepping-stone.
             
The Nazi had had a wonderful self-governing agenda. It was simple, they made us all work and toil and with an endless supply of Jews available to
them,
it was a free slave work force. Surprise, surprise, using the Jews to fabricate war-associated materials, for the German fatherland to support their ongoing war efforts - they were making us provide support to them in taking over the world, at least what Hitler had envisioned ruling. We
received
no pay – and our food was barely enough to live on. Moreover, the Nazi had continually kept raising the quotas we needed to be meeting in order for the Ghetto residents to be feed at all - I do not
think the Nazis actually cared otherwise what our lives were like - live, die or otherwise, it did not really matter. Then when the Jewish community barely met the next expected unattainable quotas, the Nazis once again raised the bar. The quality of the food had gone down considerably since first arriving - moldy bread, rotting potatoes and barely edible vegetables. Once, they sent us flour with so many weevils we had to throw it all out.