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| From: | Jerome Parks | Date: | Sun, 01 Apr 2007 04:27:29 +0000 |
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The Jewess
By Jerome Parks
Brilliant people in conflict with brilliant people. Follow the labyrinth of move and counter-move as
Rita Adler (The Jewess) evolves from ordinary woman to formidable adversary.
CHAPTER 1
1943: BERCHTESGADEN
Adolph Hitler gasped for air. A low moan sounded deep in his throat. His right hand slid
up and down his erection in ever faster movements. His left hand held a glass jar over the head of
his penis. His body suddenly spasmed against the plush of the soft leather couch. A primeval scream
partially suppressed through clenched teeth resounded through the room. The sound was deadened by
the rich tapestries that covered the walls of the semi-dark office.
Still breathing heavily, the leader of the Third Reich held the jar up to a light and
studied the sticky substance slowly sliding down the insides of the container. He stood, screwed the
cap into place and set the jar on his desk next to the untouched photographs of nude women in
various provocative poses. He forced his still semi-erect penis into his pants and buttoned his fly.
He looked down to see if his clothes were in proper array. Satisfied, he bent over and picked up the
picture of his mother that had fallen from his lap during the final moment of ecstasy. He slid the
picture into the inside breast pocket of his tunic making sure it was deeply seated. He then pressed
a buzzer and left the room.
Moments later, Colonel Ludwig Schmidt, wearing the uniform of the elite SS guard, entered
and gathered the photographs. He placed them in an envelope that had been lying on the desk. The
envelope was marked "TOP SECRET" in bold red letters across its front and back. The
Colonel then took the jar and placed it in an insulated steel‑cased box packed with dry ice. He
closed the cover and secured it with a heavy brass lock. From his pocket he removed a small candle
and cigarette lighter. After lighting the candle he held it so that the hot wax dripped into the
keyhole and the surrounding area of the lock. He then pressed the face of a signet ring he was
wearing against the still soft wax. He then left the room taking the envelope and the box with him.
THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE, ONE YEAR LATER
The submarine's periscope cleaved the warm waters of the Caribbean Sea exposing no
more than two feet of camouflaged metal above the lapping waves. It slowly rotated, scanning the
horizon through the splash caused by the mild tropical winds. The bright moonlight made the lone
freighter on the horizon stand out in bold silhouette.
"Down periscope," the Captain said, smartly folding the handle bars. He turned
to the young blond militarily erect man dressed in ordinary seaman's clothes and said,
"Come Colonel Schmidt, let us go to my quarters and go over the plans for transferring the
personnel to the freighter."
Sitting at the steel planning desk in the cramped quarters the Captain faced the Colonel
and said, "It is no secret the war is going badly. The Allies are dominating the sea lanes and
I have grave doubts about my ability to get this sub and its crew back to the Fatherland. It is one
thing to die for the Fuhrer in battle; it is quite another to play nursemaid to a dozen pregnant
women. Can you not tell me as officer to officer what this is all about? I promise you the
information will go no further than within this room. It would make our fate more bearable if I knew
the sacrifice was of consequential importance."
The Colonel studied the submarine's Captain across the desk before answering.
"The twelve women are pregnant with the Fuhrer's children."
The Captain sat dumbfounded. Finally he said, "Gottimhimmel! How is it possible? All
twelve? Why are they on this U-boat? What is this all about?"
As he started to speak, the Colonel's voice rose from low key to a hysterical
crescendo. "As you observed, Captain, the war is going badly. Our Fuhrer is a brilliant man. He
sees far beyond the immediacy of today's battles—won or lost. He plans only for the ultimate
domination of this globe by pure Aryans. The twelve women represent the best of German womanhood,
each the purest Aryan. Each selected for breeding qualities of health and intelligence. Each from
families that bore predominantly male offspring.
“Through the use of eugenic selection and artificial insemination it is the
Fuhrer's plan to father a child in his own image. A child who would possess his genius and
determination. That child will be raised in America and ultimately rise to a position of power. In
America he will plant the seeds that will mature into the Fourth Reich. He will become—The
American Fuhrer.
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