JINX JET PACKAGE OF THE MONTH...
"This month package in the famous magazine PACKAGED DELICACIES is the pop star JINX JET from the group JINXED. Her music is quite controversial, rejected by conservative circels as well as the MOTHER EARTH-church. Furthermore, JINX is an advocatress of a rubberized lifing style, wearing lustcream impregnated rubber all the time. Accordingly, the petite, pale, darkhaired girl is presented in a pink full body latex suit, gagged with a three-part OTM black latex gag (packing, securing band and sealing band) and finally strictly roped,practically mummified in rope. A real OVERKILL, by the way, thats the title of her groups latest album.
And now something kinky from our cousins in England: It has been revealed that in a priestress academy in the Midlands, young novices were trained as pony girls and leased to noble families for kinky parties. Once again, a scandal rocks the Queendom. Further revelations informed us that among the customers leasing the pony girls is the queens grand aunt Hortensia Windsor-Muleberry, by the way, ministress for horse care and breed in the Queens own government. Well,thats somehow fitting, aint it?"
Comedy show "Whats up?", CBS Radio, June 4th, 1938, 22 hours 

XX – USEFUL PAWNESSES

“IRA-BOMBING IN LONDON,
A police station in London was target of a bomb yesterday. 53 people were killed by the explosion, over 100 wounded. Irish IRA took responsibility for the bombing in a letter sent to THE TIMES. British Primeministress Nadine Chamberlain said…”
International Heraldess Tribune, June 4th, 1938 



“REARMAMENT UNDER WAY,
US-Congress approves strengthening of US-Army. Three new artillery brigades will be commissioned in the coming months to reinforce the divisions in continental USA. A military spokeswoman told our reportress that will considerably boost the firepower of our units.”
Washington Post, June 5th, 1938

“GERMAN WEHRMACHT AT ABOUT 100 DIVISIONS,
Official sources told our reportress yesterday that the strength of the German Armed Forces has passed 100 divisions with about 1,5 million women. It is expected that there is a considerable number of reserve divisions available in case of an emergency. 
Having had only 10 divisions only 4 years before, its probably the largest and quickest rearmament in history…”
Los Angeles Times, June 6th, 1938

“ECONOMY BACK ON TRACK,
investions have risen steadily over the past months, and unemployment is dropping sharply. One might say a success of the Roosevelt Administration, but...”
Wall Street Journal, June 7th, 1938



An apartment, northern Paris, June 13th, 1938, 15.40 hours

“This location is secure?”
“Why not? The concierge is near blind and deaf, and we wont use it for long. You cant be cautious enough in this business.”
Ophelia Skorzeny seldom met gals with an as cool and arrogant demeanor as she, herself, showed the world, but this lady was an exception. And a beauty at that. Reddish curls, green eyes and a body to die for.
Blodwen Shawnessy sat on a sofa, her booted legs crossed and whipping in an overly relaxed manner. She reminded Skorzeny of a resting cat, but one with very dangerous claws.
“Cigarette?”
“Uh, a German one. I prefer Marlboro, but I will give it a try.”
Cigarettes were lit, both ladies smoked and watched each other, measuring, waiting.
“A very daring operation, the job in London. And ruthless.”
“The she-pigs had it coming. And it was easy. Security over there is nearly non existent. It was only the beginning. They will get to know us in the coming months.”
“Do you think you will be successful with these operations?”
“We have waited for so long, we can wait a bit more. In the end we will reach our objective. With help, we might succeed sooner. And what should I say, you are here...”
“I am to evaluate your dedication and your professionalism. Help will only come if you are worthy of it.”
“I wont give you details of operations and methods, or sources.”
“Fair enough. My mission is more psychological in nature.”
“I see. In case you approve, what help can you offer?”
“We must be very careful not to get overly involved. But times are changing. Great things will happen, Europe might not stay as peaceful as it now seems. England might not be so powerful in eternity.”
“You tell me in case of war you will help us.”
Skorzeny made no comment on that.
“And what have you in mind, after all?”
“Weapons, supplies, maybe training camps. In this case you will have to do more than just the occasional bombing. A guerilla war in Ulster would be a great diversion.”
“We have the girls, eager to fight. You give us the weapons and the training, and the mighty Reich will not be disappointed.”
“Fine. How long will you stay here?”
“I leave this evening. Why?”
“Not much time to evaluate you.”
“Any idea how that can be helped?”
“Sure, Miss Shawnessy.”
Both starred at each other. The Irish gal rose, one step brought her near the blonde German. Suddenly they kissed, and a few minutes later the female concierge got an adult radio-play for free, were it not for her deafness.


Party at Wealderstone Manor, North of London, June 22nd, 1938, 21.12 hours

“Oh, Lois, may I introduce you to Mademoiselle Lenglen? This is Lady Eve-Lois Mountbatten of the Royal Army. Lois, meet Josefine Lenglen, victorious again in Wimbledon. Looks like she has an abonnement on winning here lately. Well, better a beautiful French than this muscled American cow.”
“I saw your match, Lady Lenglen. Your stamina is most impressive. The Murphy gal was on the ropes in the end.”
“Thank you, Lady Mountbatten. Miss Murphy is a strong playeress, but she has to work on her staying power. I only had to stay in the match long enough for her to weaken.”
“Your English is excellent, Lady Lenglen. Well, these parties are not my favourites, and you look not happy either.”
“You are right. My manageress dragged me over here. I would prefer a candle-light dinner in private or a remote restaurant. But thats the price of fame, I am afraid. Anything new on the bombing?”
“I probably know nothing more than you, Lady Lenglen. No real clues to the terroristas. I really would like to get my hands on the bitches.”
“France knows these problems. Down there in Algeria its all the same. We will have to abandon the colonies sooner or later.”
“Ulster is not a colony...”
“I know, its more complicated than that. I beg your pardon. There seems to be no easy solution. Anyway, what are you doing in the army? Or is that a secret?”
“I worked at staff the past year, but I now  have a field command. The usual stuff one associates with soldiers. Drilling recruits, shouting and being a bitch.”
“Soldiers are necessary, today more than ever. I am a reserve luitenant of armoured troops.”
“Really? You take me by surprise. I didnt know that.”
“Yes, maybe we will fight side by side in the future.”
“The Germans...”
“Exactly. Give it one or two years, and they will be coming again. Probably through Belgium, the she-dogs.”
“You dont like the Germans?”
“No, my mother died in 16 at Verdun. And I especially dont like the fascist regime now in place there.”
“We will stop them if they dare coming again.”
“You have to say that, Lady Mountbatten, but I am concerned. France is not what it was in 14-18 anymore. No real will to fight. We are weak, dangerously weak. I doubt its better over here.”
“I cant deny the pacifism and the lack of preparedness, but we are working on it.”
“How many divisions will you send over? Two?”
“Ehrm...”
“There you have it. I could use some more champagne...”
“Theres a waiter over there.”
“Fine. Youre regulary watching the Wimbledon tournament?”
Mountbatten was glad the tennis star had changed the subject. She concured with the French on the grimness of the situation. And what did she herself do? Comic book adventures... oh my.


Clubhouse Alemannia Aachen,  Aachen, Germany, June 25th, 1938, 11.08 hours

“Fraulein Geiger, its very nice of you to meet me on short notice.”
“Well, Frau White, you are the eyes of America on sports over here. Naturally I will meet with you anytime. I am glad the coachess allowed it. Everyone knows I want to play in the States.”
“You have an offer of the Miami Pantheresses, I take it?”
“Yes, but normally we are not allowed to play in a foreign team. I still have hopes though, because I want it so badly. Miami is the best team in the world. I want to be among them, showing I can hold my ground.”
“You would be the first German since 34 to play in the NHL. Well, are you satisfied with the training camp here?”
“Yes, the Alemannia is a good host to our national team. We cant complain.”
“Will you win the cup?”
“We will do our best, but the Americans are strong too.”
“What do you think of your group?”
“Well, the Canadian gals are the strongest opponent, but we have beaten them before. Sweden and Holland have good teams, but we will prevail. I think we will make first in group A. After all, we are the champions of 34. We will defend the title – I hope.”
“Fraulein Geiger, whom do you expect in the quarterfinal?”
“Group D will probably be won by the French. So, its Brasil or South Africa for us. I dont think the Bulgarians can make it.”
“Your team leaves tomorrow to Italy. You will stay in Milano for the group phase. Do you like the city?”
“Yes, I really do. I played there already in the European cups several times.”
“Some say you are the best right defence of the world. How does that grab you?”
“Uhh, thats a bit heavy, no? Rumbleweath of Liverpool and Vittrall of Los Angeles have more experience.”
“One last question: If meeting the US in the semifinal, you will duell with Valerie Feathers, the young black star of the US team. Any problems with her skin colour?”
“Uh, no, not at all. These political things, I concentrate on the sports, and Valerie is a very good strikress. But she wont score against me.”
“Fraulein Geiger, I have to thank you for this interview.”


XXI – ENEMIES

Vip Lounge, Hockey Stadion Milano, July 6th, 1938, 15.50 hours

“Please, your Majesty, meet the Fuehra!”
Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands shook reluctantly hands with Adolfina Hitler. The Germans hand seemed swollen and was wet.
“I am so glad to meet you, your Majesty. After all, you rule a Germanic people. Our countries should work more closely together.”
Beatrix could hardly hold her temper. This scum of a dictatress had really the nerve... well, patience was needed. But she couldnt hold back.
“If so, Frau Hitler, you should for starters change your politics, foreign as well as at home. I take it you have stopped abducting my citizens, but releasing your political prisoners and freedom for your press would be nice starts.”
Hitler blushed and took a step back.
“You are interfering with the internal policy of the Reich, you...”
“Perhaps democratic elections would be in order too. Without thugsesses standing at the polls and intimidating everyone. What do you say, wouldnt this be nice?”
The dutch ambassadoress beside Beatrix was nearly fainting. The Germans behind Hitler had lost their smiles and shot daggers with their eyes on the Dtch queen.
Hitler, for once, was speechless. The ambassadoress tried to save the situation, in vain:
“What about the game? Do you think our team has a chance, Frau chancelloress?”
Hitler ignored the lady and starred with her intense dark eyes at Beatrix.
“I take it this is not the position of your government, your majesty. I regret your aggressive stance against the Reich. I must warn you not to endanger our good relations. And by the way, the German people loves me. Germany and I are the same thing. You cant separate us. You and everyone else should remember that before messing with the Reich.”
Hella Goering, the overweight German Reichstag presidentress and chief of the Luftwaffe, made her way forward.
“Your Majesty speaks very freely. Well, such is the custom in your country. But you will be best advised to be more diplomatic, as your counseloresses will surely tell you. I am a friend of open words myself. Well, this is the world cup, right? Lets get back to hockey. I am afraid we will beat you today. Maybe that makes you a bit angry. The Fuehra surely wont take your hasty words too seriously.”
Hitlers face was still scarlet, her eyes blazing. Without another word, she turned and headed for her place, her lackeys swarming around her.
Only Goering remained, smiling broadly down on Beatrix.
“That had to be said,” Beatrix let out, followed by a sigh. The ambassadoress beside her looked as if fainting in an instant.
Goering, still smiling, beamed:
“Well, your majesty, beware of the Fuehra. Sometimes she has a bad temper.”
“You threaten me?”
“I just stated a fact. Have a nice game.”
The German lady left.
Beatrix starred after her. The ambassadoress gulped:
“I... I need a drink.”
“Fetch one for me too, Antje, please.”
The Dutch queen knew she had made a mistake, and her government would come down on her for this diplomatic incident, but it felt so good to see Hitlers face redden with anger and disbelief.
Well, you take your chances and then you live with the consequences. What should Hitler do? Declare war?
The game was a Dutch disaster. The Germans annihilated the Dutch maidens with 6 to 1.



The crooked dragon, bar in Atlanta, Georgia, July 8th, 1938, 10.14 hours

“Diane Duane going on the left flank, a precise shot, theres Feathers, yep, yipieeh, the black panthress has scored again. A wonderful charge by Duane and a well earned assist. Yeah, babes, its now 3 to 1 for USA. Good old England is in difficulties...”
Bronwyn Glearence, chief of the dragon, ordered a round for all present again. Amy and Maria passed, as it was ten in the morning, one should think not the right time for beer.
As the cup was played in Europe, all games commenced when it was morning in Eastern USA.
The radio barked with nearly unbearable loudness, while the numerous guests of the dragon helped themselves to their new beers. Amy worked on her bacon and eggs, while Maria had settled for coffee and cigarettes.
As the slender beauty lit another Marlboro, Amy grunted:
“These things will kill you some day, Maria.”
Maria looked down on Amys meal.
“Maybe you die sooner. All this meat and chocolate. You are eating all day, Amy. This cant be healthy either.”
“Okay, we both die. Perhaps we meet the goddess even sooner, when war comes.”
“I cant see us joining, even if Europe explodes. The people are only interested in their own lives, Hollywood, and how they can let their mother-in-law make disappear forever.”
Amy chuckled.
“You have a mother-in-law?”
“I had. Was married to a blonde banker girl. Happily divorced after 6 months.”
“So young and already a divorcee. Maria, you poor thing.”
Both grinned.
“Ouch! This was unnecessary, Brightgal and Floutherbrake were ready to intercept. A penalty for England. Will our goalie beat the Brit?”
“Looks like the match is not in the bag yet.”
“My mothers are deadly serious fans of Italy AND USA. I ask myself what will happen if both teams meet.”
“And you, are you into hockey?”
“Played it in school, as we all did. I was fast, but too lazy to train enough. You seem not very interested in the cup either?”
“Well, it gets interesting later. Who cares if we make one or two in our group? But I think we will beat the Britas. They are not what they once were. I am looking forward to meeting the Germans.”
“In the cup or in battle?”
“Both, sweet Maria, both. The action in spring with the SET was fairly easy. No fight at all. It was like flower picking. Wont be this easy all the time.”
“Too bad it wasnt the Skorzeny bitch.”
Marias face darkened.
“You still want your revenge? Well, you are a good shot. One day, you will place a bullet in the blondes heart, I am sure.”
“I dont want to kill her, no.”
“So? What else in the goddess name?”
“I want to tie her up and stuff her mouth with a packing big enough to...”
“So you are into bondage games? Okay, it was fun with the Kleikamp and her SET, I grant you that, but if you plan this for Skorzeny, you might think about your motives. Sure you hate the gal? Maybe you have different feelings...”
“Come on, be serious. She did that to all of us there at the camp in Bavaria. And from the others I heard that she liked to do that. Its a fitting revenge, tying her up like a thanksgiving turkey. Maybe she wont be that arrogant then...”
“You should take lessons.”
“Huh?”
“Lessons in tying up. Theres a chinese gal only three streets from here doing this stuff. You know, mostly for bored housewives, but, you see...”
“Uh, you are right, I have not the slightest idea how to go about it.”
“Well, sweetie, you can always use duct tape.”
“Oh, no! Its 2 to 3, and the Britas are on the offensive. This doesnt look good, our team is too passive of late. We must... yeah, a break by Feathers, Oglevy is in position, the deadly pass, YEAAAHHH, its 4 to 2 again. Take that you empire gals!”
The guests roared in triumph, and even Amy grinned satisfied.
“We will beat the  Britas, I am sure. They are weak when we counter fast.”
Maria nodded and ordered another coffee.
“What the Skorzeny bitch is up to right now, I wonder? Probably nothing good.”
“Well, preparing world conquest of the mistressrace I am sure. Or a new abduction. She seems to specialize in this business.”
“Yeah. But the day will come...”


SET Headquarters, Castle Wolfsheim, Thueringen, July 8th 1938, the very same moment

“Take a seat, Oberstleutnant. I take it your holiday was pleasant.”
“Yes, Reichsfuehra. But a bit boring. I am eager to serve the Reich again.”
“Very well, Ophelia, very well. Look, I have something special in mind. Two days ago, the Fuehra was deeply insulted by Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands. It didnt make the press, but it was a serious incident. The Fuehra is a bit, ah, angry, to say the least.
I take it you know Kaeseschnitte*?”
“The plan to invade and occupy Holland in case of a war with the Allies?”
“Correct. You will look into an addition of the plan. Evaluate the possibility to capture the Dutch queen when hostilities commence. It would probably involve an assault on the royal palace in Amsterdam. Assets are as you see fit. I think a company would be sufficient, but if you need more...”
“The Fuehra seems to think I am her number one asset when it comes to abductions.”
“Well, you have a certain reputation. Hardly surprising. The matter is not pressing at the moment, so a plan has to be updated regularly. I inform you know that Abwehr has assets in the entourage of the Queen. You are cleared to see their reports and to know them. They will be advised to cooperate. Admiral Canaris was a bit unwilling at first, but the Fuehra ordered her to help us. The Fuehra is really interested in this. She wants to see your plan.”
“I will have it ready next week.”
“Good. What do you say of the cup?”
“Hockey is not my favourite. Looks like we are defending the title.”
“Oh, yes, I remember, you are more into the lone fightress thing. Yeah, up to now it was easy. Did you hear, the Brasilas beat the French. Real surprise. Looks like they will win the group, so its France in the quarterfinal. I hoped for an easier adversary.”
“The Reichs maidens will annihilate the French.”
“This is not the battleground of Flanders, Ophelia. Sports is not always so predictable.”
“War isnt too. The Fuehra still watching every match?”
“Yes, and several others are with her. Looks like the Reich is mine to steer for the time beeing.”
“Any other matters, Reichsfuehra?”
“You seem restless. Do you have a date?”
“No, but this plan for Beatrix is a theoretical one. I would prefer some action.”
“You might visit our academy at Magdeburg. There are plans to make the SET a real combat outfit. The Fuehra would like to see a full combat division, all motorized, with tanks, artillery, the whole stuff.”
“The army wont like that.”
“It will be a special force, we dont plan to endanger Wehrmachts place. Still an all volunteer force you see. Oberst Hausser is assigned to command the formation. She asked for you...”
“I am a special operations gal. Regular military is too boring if I may speak freely.”
“You may, Ophelia, you may. I dont want to loose you to the dirtcreepers, dont fear.”
“I will look into Kaeseschnitte* immediately, Reichsfuehra.”
“Good. The Fuehra trusts you to solve this little problem.”
“I will deliver Queen Beatrix on a golden plate to her, when the time comes...”

*Kaeseschnitte = Slice of cheese