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Singled Out and Forgotten by God	By : BarnabasFrid Category: Individual Celebrities > Hitler Views: 2568 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Here we are you and I at last
In the right place, at the right time
every dream I've dreamed has come to pass
because you're right here and you’re all mine
I can't believe the years of holding back are through.
And I can finally share what's in my heart with you

She hadn’t remembered a single dream since that night in April. Where they were… which restaurant they had come out of. And why was there a sudden rain of bullets? Was Adolf Hitler not the adored Führer and Chancellor of Germany? Who were these people shooting at him? These men who so fearlessly safeguarded him with their own bodies? And why was Jilly huddled in the backseat next to the marked man?

It was horrifying. When the woman woke, sweat was everywhere. Like the night she dreamt of aliens and her own call to arms to save the country, Jilly found a goodly amount of acid had come up in her throat. Coupled with the tricky strain of catching her breath, she sat upward and saw that the Aqua Teen Hunger Force was playing on the television. Thank God! If the repeat function on her DVD player were in ill repair, the heavily tattooed lesbian would have suffered yet another late night anxiety attack. So many friends, lovers and family members berated her for leaving the TV on while she slept, but here was the prime example and reason for such a waste of electricity.

Shawn had taken Jilly into the village only a few nights earlier to see Downfall. A German film about Adolf Hitler’s last ten days before his suicide. Having read a review in Time magazine at Lola’s Tattoo Shop, she wondered why anyone would make a film in attempt to humanize such a seething monster. It was after googling the movie that Jilly became interested in Adolf—The man. She looked up various quotes and pictures. Read some other reviews of the film. In a week’s time, Jilly found herself in the delicious throes of new obsession. She had been through it before. Many times. The sweet realization that she has been hooked. The fervor in which she’d study and retain useless information. Clark Gable had false teeth. Rex Harrison loved fried bread and cheese sandwiches. Jonathan Frid played MacBeth in Fort Lee, New Jersey. Now, her friends and family rolled their eyes when she announced on April 20th that she would be eating vanilla cake for Adolf’s birthday… and making ravioli on April 30th – The day he shot himself.

Lola was undeniably gracious about Jilly’s new affinity. She sat at the kitchen table in her beautiful Victorian farmhouse and listened to the girl yammer on about Adolf The Painter… Adolf The Vegetarian… Adolf The Scatter. She even allowed Johnny to tattoo a happy face with blue eyes, an out of place forelock, and a Hitler-like moustache on her shoulder. Kurt was working on a huge shin piece of Adolf’s Roses in a Blue Vase, Jilly’s favorite of the Führer’s paintings. She and Dolores had hours logged on AOL’s Instant Messenger… Hours of sick, twisted and amusing discussion regarding their new obsessions. Their undying devotion to their “Wolves”.

Her twin sister was less then amused. “I don’t want to hear about Hitler anymore.” The same was said by her mother. No doubt more would be said had Jilly come in contact with Avram Riesner, her beloved rabbi back in high school. When at her father’s house, he asked, “What is this thing with you and Adolf Hitler? Are you a white supremacist now?”

“Think of the person I am. The person I have been, and if you need to ask that again I’ll try and explain this.” How could she explain to her father that she did not hate… that she did not believe in keeping one’s blood pure. Only that she was swimming with lustful feelings… sick ideas for a story… and genuine admiration for a man that everyone with a shred of decency in their head abhorred?

One obsession after another saw this confused lesbian lusting after some famous man. To the point of many surrounding her with doubt in regards to her sexuality. Her love of a lifetime was extremely adaptable in the bedroom, allowing Jilly to act out Jane Eyre and Dark Shadows fantasies. Even a lying child she entertained on the Internet and telephone would often ask, “This Frid? Should I be jealous of him?”

A few nights after that dream, the one with bullets and blood, Jilly found herself in a huge outdoor amphitheater. The audience members were set ablaze from the orator’s speech and she was no exception. To her surprise, the very man of the evening was ascending the stairs near her aisle. “What an odd place to make an exit.” Jilly thought as a few babbling girls expressed themselves in a tongue the man did not understand. “Ich speck vey liddle English, sah-rie.” She was along side him in spirit. Why the hell would American teenagers run their mouths at Adolf Hitler? Soon she would understand…

Herr Hitler walked straight towards her. His face wore an awkward smile; his eyes were wide but mostly showing a timid disposition. How one could speak like that to thousands of people for hours at a time and feel inhibited in front of a single person, Jilly could not imagine. She approached him, terrified herself, “I only speak English myself, but I have no other way to express what you mean to me…”

He smiled, flashing his sugar stained teeth. Only Jilly would find this display endearing. “Ist fine, I can speck enough to talk vit zoo.” Adolf held out his hand and shook the girl’s with strength and vigor, amused at the power she returned. The two went off together, talking and laughing. They were like old pals content to merely be in one another’s lost presence. Though the emptied stalls and doorways, along the halls and broken macadam, Jilly and Adolf had reached his Mercedes. Scores of black shirted SS troops had hands on the handle of their guns perchance the oddly dressed dyke might try and harm their Führer. They went on like birds, squawking and laughing until Adolf reached the car door.

“Mein Führer! Would you like to invite the lady to your next speech? It is time we left.” One particularly tall SS solider shouted.

“Nein! Ich ave serched var too long fir dish Jill who undershtandz vhere I come vrom.”

“But Führer …” The soldier waved a hand over his forehead and then to his underarms. “You should be getting home, no?”

Germany’s Leader was drenched in sweat. No doubt he reeked of body odor as he always did after hours of speaking. Turning a shade of red Jilly had not observed before, Adolf took off in another direction. He ran as if he carried a double secret message and the fate of the Reich was in Field Runner Hitler’s hands. Jilly furrowed her brow and mumbled an expletive or two before hauling ass after him. When she finally caught up, he was well and truly out of breath… and so was she. The two stood looking at the ground. It was at least five minutes before they spoke again.

Adolf was enraged, as the world had often witnessed. She stood back and permitted him. It must have reassured the man in some way, to feel bold and honorable. To take thunderous authority of the situation. To her amazement, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her toward him. Pressing his lips with vulgar energy to hers, Adolf kissed the mystified lesbian with an infatuation she had never imagined in any of her masturbatory overtures. He pulled at the collar of her ragged “Lola’s: A Pirate’s Life” T-shirt, and exposed her tattooed chest. When she would remember this deed, she’d always think first of how warm his tongue was. How it seemed to cover a large amount of skin in such a short amount of time.

They stood in silence. Kissing. Fumbling. Touching varied body parts with exploring hands. It wasn’t until the next day that Jilly found the courage to tell anyone about the dream. She was awakened with such an affectionate feeling of bliss. And after telling a select few, she realized just how fucked up her pals thought she really was.

What will always be remembered with fondness and lust would always be mentioned in jest.
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