The room was dark and rather dusty. Taylor could scarcely believe that it was "the best" until he remembered that he was no longer in the 1990's and there was a World War going on.
Noticing a rather large bed in one corner of the room, Taylor waked over to it to give it a closer examination. It was a somewhat lumpy, king-sized bed with several fluffy, silk-covered pillows and a silky burgandy-colored bedspread tossed upon it. For the time period and situation, it screamed luxury. But, luxury didn't always mean comfortable, just most of the time.
Taylor then noticed a small window on the other side of the room. He walked over to it and pulled it open, ready for some fresh air. When he looked out the window, he noticed that he was facing the courtyard. He kept this in mind as he secured the window in an open position. Then, he heard a knock on the door.
After a short, brisk walk over to the door, Taylor was ready to open it and greet Adolf again. He straightened his spine, opened the door and locked eyes with the girl from the courtyard. She spoke timidly in halting German. "I am here to clean your room. I am sorry it was not done sooner, but you arrived so suddenly. Anything you would like, please ask. I am your slave for your time here."
Taylor looked her over for a moment. Her sunshine blond hair was pulled back with a dull red hankerchief. He head was tilted to one side as she chewed her bottom lip and cast her clear blue-green eyes downward to her hastily polished shoes. Her dress was the style of ten years ago, but it was clean and well-kept. It was partially covered by a small, yellowed apron.
Taylor lifted her chin up so that her eyes met his own again. "What is your name?"
Her bottom lip trembled a bit before she spoke. "Aquitaine Elenor Zoller."
He picked up her hand, kneeled before her and gently kissed the back of her hand. "Well, Aquitaine, I am Jordan Taylor Hanson. If I may be your slave for my stay here, I would be most happy."
A tiny smile graced her pouty lips as she shyly turned her face to the other side. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide in a mixture of surprise and fear as she jerked her hand away and performed a quick curtsey. Within the next few seconds, Hitler was at his door. "Meal time. Follow me."
Taylor did as he was told, sending a mental apology to Aquitaine. He didn't take much time to remember the way to the dining room. He was creating, in his mind, a plan of sorts. Aquitaine was his slave. Therefore, if he were to fall ill, she would wait on him. His plan was not to actually fall ill, but to pretend with what little natural acting talent he could utilize. If all went well, he could spend all his time with the beautiful girl that too many people had taken advantage of.
Dinner was eaten hurridly, but Taylor was still sure to try a little bit of everything. Then, he could claim food poisoning or an allergic reaction and not have to name a specific food that it might have been.
When all were finished eating and drinking, a tankard of ale was brought out to celebrate the invasion of Russia. Mugs were filled and passed around to everyone. A toast was made to Hitler and everyone began to cheer and down their ale. Taylor was not a drinker by any means, though he couldn't claim that he's never had any alcohol. However, when this fizzling brew hit his tongue,he thought he might as well have been swilling battery acid. He managed to swallow a burning sip or two, then excused himself from the celebration, claiming that he had a pain in his stomach.
Taylor made his way back to his room, only making a few wrong turns along the way. When he finally arrived in front of his door, he began whistling a song that wouldn't hit the airwaves for a few decades and was considered an "oldie" to his generation. He was about to open his door when he heard a noise from inside his room and stopped to listen. In a matter of milliseconds he recognized the song that the person within was singing. He'd played it many times, many ways and for many different people. He'd even helped to write it. He listened even closer. "MMMBop, ba duba dop, ba du bop, ba duba dop, ba du bop, ba duba dop, ba du..."
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