This Bulldog Bites – Excerpt 4

This Bulldog Bites – Excerpt 4

  Werner often looked back to how they had met, shortly after the war. She had been so different then. He had met her at a Cabaret, she was working as a hostess, blonde, slim and extremely sexy. Although Werner was aware that any attraction he had for the lovely Greta, was that he was a man with prospects, a man who could possibly be helping to shape the new Germany. A man with prospects.

Greta using all the feminine and sexual wiles at her disposal, soon had poor Werner pleading with her to become his wife. The honeymoon for Werner was soon over, Greta became more and more demanding. ‘I want a bigger this, I need a larger that,’ was her constant cry. Werner sought solace in his work and despite Greta become reasonably successful at his chosen profession. Although never enough for his constantly whining Wife, who was no longer the slim and sensual Greta, but the corpulent nagging Hausfrau.

I suppose, due to the close confinement of the Hotel area, Ivy and Greta were bound at some point to meet, But I don’t think that anyone present could foresee the outcome of that meeting. In fact I’m sure that anyone viewing the ladies would have put Greta at odds on. Bur reality often has little surprises lurking up its sleeve, and the results of this meeting was certainly one of them. There was no doubt about that.

Ivy at seventy years old, was a small bird – like woman, who was a fine example of the old adage, six stone wet through. However despite her lack of inches, she had made many friends amongst the British contingent due to her chirpy cockney manner and the fact that she always had sweets to give to the children. She was a popular lady.

(C) Damian Grange 2019

 

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