Battle of the Rhine

Since the end of March, Quincy had been going to church every Sunday, and Charlie was very happy about it.

"Isn't that right?" Facing Michael's doubts, Quincy explained very plainly, "You go to church in the morning, and I'm not going to be alone at home, and I have to cook breakfast alone."

"I can make two servings, you can eat them after ten o'clock, wait for me to come back, let's have lunch, and then—"

"Too much trouble."

"No trouble, I can—"

"I just want to go to church, is that okay?"

Well, well, going to church wasn't such a bad thing anyway, even though they went to different churches.Michael saw Father Hoffman a few times while picking up Quincy.Father Hofmann is in his late twenties, gray-haired and with a mild, slow German accent.He always offered to say hello to Michael, and Michael liked him a lot.

"Don't give money around," Quincy said. "Do you have too much money to spend?"

"I just gave him a few coins," Michael said.He has to donate some money to any church he goes to, "Look, the church needs to be repaired..."

"Aren't you a Protestant?"

"It doesn't make a difference, I respect people of faith - even if I run into a Mormon, I'll give them a few cents!"

Michael likes Sundays.Go to church in the morning, and have a comfortable lunch with Quinnessy at noon, where he can eat burgers and Cokes and ketchup with French fries.He bravely tried several European fries, dipped in broth, and concluded that American fries were the best fries on earth.

After lunch, they sometimes go to the choir.The piano accompanist returned, and Quincy was relieved. "I'm not the only one who can play the piano in Munich," he complained. "At least half of the choir can play better than me."

"Nonsense, you play the best in Germany, no, in Europe—"

Quincy said he was going to take Michael to hear "a real pianist," but there were no bands playing at the moment.Michael begged him to play the sea tune, and paid him five pfennigs each time he finished.

"What's the name of this song?"

"Piano Sonata in C sharp minor."

"So long?"

"The names of the piano pieces are so long."

When he wasn't at the choir, when the weather was fine, Michael stuffed bread, water, and chocolate into his backpack and dragged Quincy around.They had seen the puppet show at Marienplatz several times.Michael also bought a ball, either a football or a leather ball, and challenged Quincy.It turned out that he couldn't play football at all. After Quincy dribbled the ball four or five times, Michael grabbed the ball in his arms, ran away, and finally proudly declared victory.

"It's cheating." Quincy ran flushed. "Cheating, you bad Yankee—"

The children in the neighborhood like Michael very much and often come to play football with him.The children enthusiastically taught him how to bounce the ball with his toes, that is, let the ball jump on his toes without falling off.Michael showed off in the living room after he learned it, and almost knocked over the vase.So Quincy added a clause to the lease: No football in the house.

Such days are peaceful, fulfilling and satisfying. "I like Munich," Michael wrote to Marie. "Kana is in a much better mood than before... We had a little problem before. I decided not to think about it. It's useless to think too much, isn't it Is it?... She likes the puppet show, but she won't admit it. Those puppets are very interesting, like the cuckoo clock I gave you. On Sunday I took her to the puppet show and walked. The one she liked An Italian restaurant is closed on Sunday, so I treat her to it on Friday or Saturday. She doesn’t tell me if she likes it or not, but we have been to many places, and this is the only place she can eat quickly without frowning. Actually I can't taste good or bad, as you say, my taste buds are too rough... Germany is very interesting, I hope you will come to see it, I'm sure little William will like those puppets too..."

It was a Tuesday, the weather was fine, and the sun made the skin slightly warm.During the break time, a group of workers gathered together, and Michael also walked over with a cigarette in his mouth.The workers got to know him well, and they thought the Yankee was not bad.

A guy nicknamed "Cripple" was saying something, causing a low chuckle, "...he said, 'Hey man, how's it going, isn't it bad?' I shook my dick, Said, 'Okay.' And he just got down on his stomach, pouted his ass, and that's it—" Cripple turned around and slapped his ass obscenely, "'It's my turn!' he said. I think After thinking about it, I don't fucking want to fuck a man's ass! So I kicked him, pulled up my pants and left."

"It's your fault," said Fisher, with his long, thin face and mouth lopsided. "You've been served!"

"Then I can't fuck a man's asshole," said Cripple. "Don't look at me now, but I was a handsome guy back then! Girls all over the street winked at me. If I want to fuck , why don't you find a real woman? What's the point of fucking a fake woman?"

Little Hans blushed with a smile, "Then he isn't angry?"

"No, no, he likes me!"

"Then he still seduced you?"

"Cripple"'s expression darkened for a moment, "before the war started," he scratched his temple, where there was a big scar, and Michael knew it was caused by a shell, "then, then I left. I don't know How is he, his kind of person, I heard that if he is found, he will be sent for 'treatment'... I hope he is still alive..."

The atmosphere fell into silence. Fisher was smoking a cigarette, which had almost burned to his buttocks. He was holding a short cigarette butt in a daze. "Don't mention it!" "The Cripple" smiled again, and he was so obscene again, "Who made him accidentally born in Germany? This is his fate... If he is a British guy, he will be fine, it's all his fault He! Do you know that there are a lot of fake women in the UK, they start from school, the most beautiful little boy..."

Michael left quietly and smoked a cigarette in the office for a while.After get off work in the evening, he bought some bread.Quincy, on a rare occasion when she didn't work overtime, cooked a small pot of vegetable soup.Michael ate his bread with vegetable soup, and neither of them spoke.

"I'm really exhausted today." After taking a shower, Michael lay down, "I'm very sleepy when spring comes, are you too?"

"It's okay." Quincy also took a shower, lay warm next to Michael, and picked up a book.Michael snatched the book, "What's this?"

"Freud's book."

"I don't understand."

"There aren't many books you can read, Sergeant."

"You know—" Michael wanted to ask Quincy, after reading so many pornographic novels, if he knew what men and men did.I can't ask this question. First of all, haven't they been "engaging"?Second, even if Quincy had read it, he probably wouldn't have told him.

"What do you want to ask?"

"I want to touch you."

With an "I knew it" look, Quincy took off her pajamas and turned off the lights.Michael pinned Quincy under him and rubbed his cock between his thighs.Quincy said nothing, clutching the pillow and covering his mouth.Michael kissed his neck, bit his shoulder...then stopped, pretended to have accidentally squeezed the head of his cock between the two ass, and prodded a few times.Quincy struggled immediately.

"What the hell were you doing just now?" Quincy pulled on the light, and before that, he quickly pulled on his pajama pants, "What's this new trick?"

"I'm confused." Michael lied, "Sorry, I've been busy all day today."

"I've been busy all day thinking about doing something like this." Quincy jumped out of bed. "I'm going to take a shower."

Michael comforted his brother with his hands.Quincy didn't like it when he touched it, well, he just had a whim.They're not the so-called "fake pussies" are they?Thinking about it, Michael felt drowsy, and fell asleep before the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.