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       #Post#: 397--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
   DIR By: PlebeianTyrant
       Date: June 26, 2017, 11:45 am
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       Wally rolls his tongue in his mouth and presses it up against
       his palate. He raises a hand to rest in the air near his face,
       but leaves the other resting on Rita's behind. "Das ist mir
       Wurst." he assures her after a moment and smiles. Wally's not
       letting a little clumsiness come between him and Rita's fertile
       crescent. After a slight shift in position, he reaches down and
       grabs one of the glasses of brandy (he can't remember whose). As
       he raises it he says, "Natural pain killer." while indicating
       that she should also take a drink. He downs the whole glass,
       hoping that the alcohol will numb his throbbing tongue while
       grimacing at the strength of the beverage. A furtive glance at
       Rita tells him that she joins him after a second of hesitation.
       He lets out a long sigh after gulping down the fluid and looks
       at Rita with a steady gaze, locking eyes with her. He sets his
       glass down and brushes a stray lock of her hair from in front of
       her cheek while taking her cheek in the same hand. Wally pulls
       her face closer while tightening his grip on her waist. His
       voice is husky with lust as he says, "We're not done yet," right
       before he kisses her again.
       #Post#: 402--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
   DIR By: insert name
       Date: June 28, 2017, 6:29 pm
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       This time, Rita does break off the kiss after just a tender
       moment. "Let's just take this into my room, shall we?" she says.
       Then she crosses the room, watching where she's going this time,
       and leads Wally by the hand into her bedroom. She unbuttons the
       top of her dress, undoes the belt, and let's it fall down around
       her, revealing her separated underwire brasserie, girdle,
       underskirt and garter attached to the top of her stockings with
       metal clips. Nothing fancy, just the simple undergarments of a
       woman in wartime.
       She waits for Wally to start unbuttoning his shirt before
       continuing to undress. As the bra comes off Wally has the first
       look at her breasts. They're smaller than the pointy garment
       makes them look, and the left is notably larger than the right.
       Still, the sight of them hanging there and the dark pink areolas
       is enough to get the biologist's heart pounding.
       His shirt and undershirt come off easily enough, by the time he
       gets off the belt he's pulled into the lead of this impromptu
       race. He hesitates at the last moment before stripping down his
       drawers to reveal his c0ck. He's had problems with that before.
       In Germany he only saw Jewish women, because of how the rest
       responded to his circumcised manhood. In the UK he'd slept with
       a few women who had never seen a circumcised pen1s before, and
       had one walk out on him when she saw it. This despite Richard's
       assurances that it was a common procedure in England. Richard
       had also said it was even more common in the United States, but
       it was still worrying. Surely it wouldn't matter now, though.
       Rita already knew he was Jewish. Even so, the look of disgust
       from the woman who saw it and left flashes unbidden by Wally's
       mind.
       This passes in an instant, however, and he lowers his boxers to
       reveal his c0ck. It's shrunk a bit since kissing, but is still
       half up. Rita looks up from fumbling with her stocking clips and
       sees it. She smiles, "Oh my."
       Wally makes a move forward, but she holds him back. "Just a
       moment," she says, still messing with her stockings. She keeps
       slipping with it, her fingers a little too drunk. After what
       seems far too long for Wally, she manages to gets the clips off,
       and sits on the bed with her feet stretched out to Wally. He
       pulls her stockings off to reveal her smooth legs. "Careful,"
       she says, "There's a nylon shortage." Wally is careful.
       When the stockings are off, she takes down the girdle and
       panties, and barely has time to kick them from around her feet
       before Wally is on her and the kissing begins again. Wally
       pushes her down onto the bed.
       It doesn't take long for Wally's erection to reach its full
       strength, but it seems to take forever for the two of them,
       working together, to get it in the right spot. Wally doesn't
       last as long as he'd hope. In fact, he's embarrassingly quick.
       However, after a lot more fondling and kissing, he gets it up
       again and does better. Both he and Rita keep fumbling with each
       others unfamiliar bodies, and their own drunken hazes.
       The sex is basic, simple, missionary and extremely satisfying
       anyways. For what seems a very long time they alternate between
       fondling and kissing, cuddling and talking, and trying at sex
       again. The last sometimes works and sometimes doesn't. The
       process is only interrupted by trips to the bathroom for relief,
       a glass of water, or Rita removing her makeup.
       Eventually, Rita falls asleep with her head resting on Wally's
       shoulder, and her leg wrapped round his. She's beautiful in the
       afterglow. Not the calm and organized pretty she is at the
       office, but just a natural mess of womanly warmth and affection
       pressing against him.
       Wally feels like he could lie here and watch her forever. He
       changes his mind when his arm falls asleep under her.
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       OOC
       Know I'm describing some of your characters actions, but trying
       to move the scene along while still getting the relevant*
       information.
       As always, correct me if I've mischaracterized anything.
       *I have odd definitions of relevant, okay?**
       ** Don't know why I'm getting defensive, I've already talked to
       you about the stylistic thoughts.
       #Post#: 404--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
   DIR By: PlebeianTyrant
       Date: June 29, 2017, 3:52 pm
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       OOC
       I'm happy with everything.
       IC
       Wally gets out from under Rita and finds the pack of cigarettes
       he sat down in the living room. He pulls two out, placing one
       behind his ear, and goes over to the window. Looking out into
       the dark and rainy city at night, the red cherry at the end of
       the cigarette is the only light coming out of the window. He
       opens the small portal to let in some comparatively cool air.
       Wally inhales some air that doesn't stink of sweat and se x. He
       feels like he wants to scream in exhilaration, but doesn't want
       to wake Rita. Sitting, unremembered, in his trouser pocket is a
       small packet filled with latex balloons that were never used.
       #Post#: 408--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
   DIR By: insert name
       Date: June 30, 2017, 1:41 am
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       Rita rouses when Wally gets up, but doesn't stop him. She lays
       in bed and watches him for awhile, but at some point after he
       gets to the window Wally notices her eyes are shut again.
       Aside from being first, that night isn't particularly
       remarkable. The other nights are similar. Sometimes they're
       briefer, squeezed in odd hours when the two have privacy and not
       a whole night. After Wally gets his own apartment (with the help
       of Herr Zernik who seems to know every Jew in the city, and be
       friendly with all of them) they have many more nights.
       They're sloppy, or drunk, or just not worried enough. The
       condoms get forgotten on several nights. Occasionally they feel
       stupid afterwards, but that doesn't stop their drunk minds from
       forgoing the unpleasant barriers.
       Wally suspects Rita is pregnant well before she says anything of
       the sort. He can't be sure if he's chasing at phantoms, fearing
       or hoping, but it's worrying. You hear about things in big
       cities like this. Women who pay to have unborn children killed,
       risking their own life to escape responsibility. Could she be
       thinking about something like that? If she is pregnant and not
       telling him, then he may be allowing a child to die. But, if
       she's not pregnant then he has no responsibility to this woman,
       who is not even Jewish. Marriage to a gentile will lose some of
       the status he has gained in this city, in this country, amongst
       his fellow Jews. If she would just speak, it would be simple.
       Could she not know? Was his training as a biologist catching
       signs women were not warned of? Was he simply wrong?
       OOC
       This is basically a point of when exactly Hertz proposes,
       whether it's before Rita actually tells him she's pregnant, or
       after. How nervous he gets about these things, how big a deal he
       makes the wedding, the circumstances of proposal, you know, all
       that.
       #Post#: 412--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
   DIR By: PlebeianTyrant
       Date: June 30, 2017, 1:41 pm
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       It's late, but Wallmand doesn't know the time. He's been sitting
       in his dark office drinking red wine and mulling things over in
       his head. Once drunk, once sober. A half used cigarette smolders
       in his ashtray accompanied by a dozen of its used and smashed
       brethren. The thick haze of smoke is briefly illuminated by the
       headlights of cars driving past the blinded windows, less
       frequently now than before. His eyes burned from lack of sleep
       and smoke irritation, but it didn't drive him to leave. She
       could have, but only because he was viciously concerned about
       her next actions. This emotional state was what was actually
       keeping him in the room in the first place. Wallmand was trying
       to figure himself out and had gotten lost in his own thoughts.
       Why did Rita worry him so much. He hadn't thought that much of
       her when they were just messing around, but now that he
       suspected a pregnancy he cared immensely. He had never wanted
       children, and he found he consciously cared little for the idea
       of future children. It was that he cared specifically about Rita
       at the moment, but it wasn't anything that he would describe as
       love. He'd cared more about women he'd known in previous nations
       in a romantic fashion more than Rita.
       He reaches for his bottle of wine and takes a swig, but almost
       nothing comes out. The craving for alcohol burns in his chest
       and he considers where he can get more. Wally turns on his desk
       lamp and begins going through the drawers in his desk. He
       reaches his personal drawer and remembers the bottle of brandy
       Richard gave him. He digs into the drawer, pulling out his
       yam-aka, his Torah, a picture frame, and finally the bottle. He
       sits the bottle on his desk and goes to look for his bottle
       opener, but stops. In his left hand he is holding a picture of
       his brother and sister with their children. Written in the
       corner is (in German) 'Family will never forget you, Wallmand.'
       He sits the bottle of brandy down and holds the picture in both
       his hands. He doesn't know if the emotion was just that strong
       or the drinking was doing something to him, but he can't stop
       himself from crying.
       An hour later Wally is looking at catalogs for jewelry, trying
       to find an appropriate wedding band for Rita.
       #Post#: 416--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
   DIR By: insert name
       Date: July 1, 2017, 2:08 am
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       OOC
       I really have nothing to add, except to compliment that post and
       make it explicit I have nothing to add. Ball of action is still
       in Hertz's court.
       #Post#: 420--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
   DIR By: PlebeianTyrant
       Date: July 1, 2017, 12:40 pm
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       Wallmand had reserved the private room in the restaurant.
       Personal matters are private things and he doesn't want a bunch
       of random people to know what is going on in his life. He pats
       his coat pockets down, making sure that the small ornamental box
       is resting safely inside. He's nervous, but not the butterflies
       in the stomach nervous that comes before great things like
       speaking in front of colleagues or getting a girl to come home
       with him. No, this feeling is the nervousness one gets when the
       tires on their car lose traction in the snow. The thought of
       having control is gone from Wallmand and now he only has the
       hope that things will work out for the better.
       
       He had invited Rita to this dinner. A fancy, high quality
       restaurant with good food is one of the only things Wallmand can
       think of to help him at this point. A show of capability and
       commitment, something women look for in a mate. She isn't late
       to this dinner, Wallmand is just early, but Rita was late in a
       different sense.
       Wallmand had been counting. It's not hard to know where a woman
       is in her cycle if you just remember which days that blood and
       other excretions are leaving her body. If one is busying
       themselves with a woman's nethers then one should have no
       excuses in this regard. Rita was a month behind in her cycle.
       There were several answers as to why this could happen:
       malnutrition, menopause, cancer, or pregnancy. Wallmand firmly
       counts on the last one to be the most likely.
       There is a lot to talk about. So it is completely understandable
       that Wallmand is nervously staring at his plate so hard that
       he's partially certain that it could catch fire if he had super
       powers when Rita is ushered into the room by a server.
       #Post#: 423--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
   DIR By: insert name
       Date: July 4, 2017, 2:18 am
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       Rita comes in o time, dressed in her finest dress and expertly
       made up. A waiter shows her into the private room. Wally stands
       up to greet her with all the chivalry he can manage. She smiles
       at him sweetly and says, "Hello, Wally."
       Then she sits down and Wally orders some wine for them. The
       waiter hands them menus and leaves. Rita looks around the small
       room, at the fancy silverware, the candles and the flowers on
       the table.
       "Well, this is fancy," she says with a bright, clean smile.
       OOC
       God, Wallmand is a creepy bastard sometimes.
       #Post#: 432--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
   DIR By: PlebeianTyrant
       Date: July 6, 2017, 7:36 am
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       Wally smiles at her. "You look lovely, Rita." He says as way of
       greeting, internally reminding himself what she was probably
       going to look like in eight months. He made sure that the waiter
       brought him some of the finest Merlot the restaurant has before
       hand to sample and he had picked the one he wanted to share with
       Rita. That Merlot is now being poured out for them. Once they're
       both settled, Wallmand gives some recommendations on the menu
       (he'd read up on the reviews if this place in a restaurant
       catalog). He orders a ribeye steak with green beans and seasoned
       mashed potatoes. Still feeling nervous, Wally engages in small
       talk. Questions like: 'how was your day?' or 'What do you think
       about X news story?'.
       #Post#: 433--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
   DIR By: insert name
       Date: July 6, 2017, 9:13 pm
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       Rita listens to Wally's recommendations, and settles on the lamb
       salad.
       She seems somewhat distracted and nervous as she makes small
       talk. Maybe she's just excited about the fancy restaurant. She
       sips her Merlot and keeps up the talk without difficulty, though
       she doesn't carry as much conversation as she usually does.
       The food arrives, and it is as delicious as one would expect for
       the price.
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       OOC
       Had a look. Most people don't know how bad it is to drink while
       pregnant (this comes more to light in 1973 when Fetal Alcohol
       Syndrome is named and recognized), but Hertz may or may not be
       against it. As a biologist he may well have heard various
       reports and claims made over human history for the dangers
       (including the Torah), but whether he considers them valid or
       dismisses them due to the fact they are not backed by
       appropriate study, I can't say.
       Also, I realized that I made a mistake earlier, though maybe it
       wasn't caught, because I was thinking ahead to wartime, but even
       after these months you haven't made it to the end of 1942, when
       America actually joins the war.
       Basically, Rita's underwear should probably have been more
       complicated and elaborate, because the style I described became
       popular after material was scarcer in the war.
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