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Singled Out and Forgotten by God	By : BarnabasFrid Category: Individual Celebrities > Hitler Views: 2568 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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And there I stood, just like a soldier
I was tough, until I saw her
I said Hello, but she just turned away

“Adi, come out with me. You haven’t left the room in days and even I cannot stand your stench!” August did his best to make his comrade laugh, though he was quite serious about young Hitler’s personal hygiene. “Come now. I will buy you a pastry and we can walk to the opera house. Perhaps they might let us listen in the lobby again.”

Hitler rolled over and his rickety iron bed frame screeched so loudly the tenants in the next room banged on the wall in protest. “Stop it you nancy faggots!” They shouted and Hitler pounded the wall in retort yelling in a half hearted tone, “I saw you at Bayreuth, who do you think you are speaking to?”

“You waste your breath…” And before August could finish his statement Hitler went on another of his tirades…

“Loosing the lottery was enough, Gustl! And that disappointment crushed all of my hopes! How can I take a pleasure walk through the disgusting streets of Vienna and consume pastry with you when MY wife is applying the asphyxiating perfume of modern eroticism for another man? I had plans, or can you not remember? Really Gustl… such a Best Man you would have made! I’m surprised you did not attend the ceremony this morning as part of HER wedding party!

“I’m going out.” And August’s head lowered as he shut the door gently. He stopped and knocked on the neighbor’s wall in the hall. “Watch how you speak to my comrade, you idiots! He is going to paint a new Germany for all of you!” And Adolf Hitler’s friend descended the stairs and walked into Vienna, the city which, to so many, is the epitome of innocent pleasure, a festive playground for merrymakers.

Stephanie.

He grunted as he left the bed and looked out the filthy window to see August turn the corner. Hitler heard the comment a moment ago and it moved him. If only Gustl would return his affections perhaps the crushing blow of Stephanie’s marriage would not be so debilitating.

Hitler left their apartment that morning to meet August at the Academy. It was difficult enough to go everyday after failing the art entrance exam, twice, but what he saw on his way made the nineteen year old Austrian collapse to his knees. In a nearby church a wedding party was just emerging from doors. And on the arm of a typical Viennese dandy was HIS Stephanie!

“His Stephanie” was simply a fragment of Hitler’s imagination. The woman was a stranger. He had not even the courage to approach her and tip his hat. Still, daily Hitler would meet August after his music classes and ramble on about the girl he passed each time on the street.

“Why not ask her to the opera, Adi? They are doing Rienzi next week and I have a recital that night. She can have my ticket.” August offered Hitler one afternoon. “You need to entertain yourself with a woman. If only so I can have an hour or two to myself one night!” He smiled but Hitler was not amused.

And so the months went by, the devoted Adolf Hitler watched Stephanie in the streets each day never once summoning the nerve to come within reach of her. Until today when he had made his daily walk to the Academy of Fine Arts and was treated to the repulsive horror of watching her walk arm and arm with another man. Her husband!

Hitler retired to a chair, took up piece of charcoal and began to scratch on a piece of paper:
“The more you ignore me, the closer I get. You're wasting your time.” He crumpled up the document and threw it in the corner. A fist landed on the table. “When you sleep I will creep into your thoughts like a bad debt that you can't pay. Take the easy way and give in. And let me in.” Tears threatened to flow and he returned to his bed crawling under the threadbare blanket. “Let me in.”

The young man’s hand slipped past the waistband of his grubby pants. His fingers encircled his already hardened penis. “I am now a central part of your mind's landscape whether you care or do not. I've made up your mind. The more you ignore me, the closer I get.” And he began to wonder what it might be like to take Stephanie to the opera. How beautiful she would be in an evening gown. Hitler had only ever seen her in the daytime. He would meet her in the lobby. She would tap him on the shoulder, “Herr Hitler, it was easier to find you then I had thought. You are easily recognizable in a crowd of monotonous people!”

And Hitler would take her tiny hand in his own, lifting to kiss her fingers. Stephanie would giggle like a schoolgirl, perhaps she was one, and turn shades of red before excusing herself to the ladies room. Strangers would wink in Hitler’s direction showing their envy and approval to the man who single handedly had in his midst the most stunning creature in the city!

When the bridal chorus played as Hitler and Stephanie watched Wagner’s Lohengrin, she would place her hand in his lap and squeeze his knee as if she did not need words to express the same ritual for their future.

Hitler was squirming in his bed now. His legs stretched their full length and his feet were against the wall. A spasm broke out in his left foot but he savored the pain and used it to urge on his erection. “Oh, let me in! Ah, the closer I get.” He felt an unfamiliar sensation erupt within his belly. One far and above the bliss he’d experience when August allowed him to sleep next to him. August was a kind and obliging friend. He permitted Hitler to embrace him during these sessions, though it seemed to end when ever the request was made to take each other’s clothes off so they could be as close as possible.

“It’s war,” He said. “…its war,” and repeated it again and again. “It’s war. It’s war. It’s war. War. War. War. War.” With each utterance the orgasm came closer. When it exploded, Hitler was jolted back to reality with a handful of semen and no one but the company of laughter from the occupants in the next room.

“Good show comrade! That’s the way to stick it to her! And think, maybe next time you’ll have a real woman in the room with you!”

He gave no thought to the abuse. Hitler immediately began to weep from immense sorrow. His nose stuffed at once though he didn’t care enough to wipe the mucous from his lip as it truckled down. “Ah, the closer I get! Ah, you're asking for it…” He cried. It was clear now. Why would she marry him? Why would she even look at him? He was a pathetic orphan, a failed painter, a man without a home or country. Where would she live? In this hovel, sleeping on the floor when he decided not to take up space in August’s bed? And would she tolerate such behavior even? What woman could ever accept his need to be close to other men?

Adolf Hitler was devastated. His sobbing went on as if he had never even brought himself to orgasm. The thought of his fantasy never coming to fruition was too much to bear. He had his flight of the imagination and now it was over. Marriage certificate—singed, sealed and delivered. Gathering his coat, the shattered man walked out the door, down the hall and out to the streets in hopes to meet up with Gustl. He walked for an hour and had soon given up hope. Somewhere in Vienna, others were entertained by his pal and he roamed the town in tears.

“What have you done now? You have lighted everything inside me; my body is a single glowing star. Only you have lit the flame, it still burns now, oh how it burns. Come—take what is yours, take everything, everything there, and the flame will glow, glow, glow for you…” She whispered. Tall, lanky and made up just as any whore would be this late in the evening. Hitler looked at the features and instantaneously pinned her lineage. Her hair sat in dark ringlets, a flash of jewelry and a gauche fake fur over her shoulders.

He smiled and offered his hand to the girl. “You are a Jew, flietscherl? She nodded and cocked her head to one side as she reached into his pocket and felt only lint and grunge. “Come back to my room, I have money and cigarettes there.” And they walked back to Hitler’s meager lodgings.

As he opened the door to his room, the two next-door were just leaving and offered their congratulations. The girl proceeded inside and Hitler looked at his neighbors and said calmly, “I feel the whole sex business is an unclean act, best consummated with a member of an unclean race.”
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