After an auspicious start to my first tour of Germany, I eagerly awaited Mandi's arrival. When she finally got to Germany, the first thing I did was tap into some cash and get her a fist full of local currency. This helped her over the jet lag and the screaming trip down the autobahn from Frankfurt to Heilbronn.
I had to pull into the first rest stop south of Frankfurt on A5 to get her to quit panicking over the speed I was driving, even though I was being passed by over half the traffic. I brought some beer and wine along in a cooler so I let her calm down and drink some wine. Once she hit the wine nice and hard, she was able to cope with the ride.
She met the neighbors from downstairs who had supplied the Slivowitz that afternoon I got military furniture. They had a daughter, Dragisca, about 14 years old who had one of those odd knacks for language. She spoke about five languages including English fluently well, along with a couple of Balkan dialects. Mandi and the daughter hit it off well.
About a week after Mandi arrived in country, I had to go out on a huge field exercise, and was gone for about three weeks. That is when I actually presented her with the pile of local cash, approximately $1500.00 in American. I didn't let on as to how much money she actually had, and the exchange rate at the time was very good, so she was happy just to have a few bucks to spend.
After I left for the field exercise, she spoke to Dragisca about walking around the village with her, or maybe catch the bus into Heilbronn and do some shopping. When she showed Dragisca the pile of money, the girl almost had a heart attack. Mandi asked her if that was a lot of money, and she was stunned. She had never thought about having that much money in her hand.
Mandi was impressed and also curious since she didn't know about my side business. Never the less, she and Dragisca took the bus into Heilbronn for a shopping trip and came home with armloads of clothes and accessories. Not long after, Mandi studied for her driver's test and after completing the course, passed the first time. That allowed her begin driving.
By then I had settled on a really nice VW bug in excellent condition, something Mandi could drive around with little trouble and it was easy to park. She also took the German language survival course, and by the time I returned from the field she was a veteran. She was also curious about the cash, since she knew how much I made and how much money I had sent to the states.
We went out to the club on my kaserne the evening I got back, and had a wonderful meal. That's when I explained about the loan sharking business. She wasn't happy about it at first, but when I explained what some people charged, and how I was doing a service for people, she chilled, especially since it meant so much more money. She also liked playing the nickel and dime slot machines in the club, so having a few bucks off budget was nice.
I kept my business up for quite a while after that. It was a good thing, too, because not long after that, my motorcycle arrived from the states at the German port of Bremerhaven. This meant a long trip up. Fortunately we had old friends from the states that were near Bremerhaven so we wouldn't have to get a hotel. I purchased a used trailer hitch from a neighbor introduced by my German landlord Gerhardt, who was kind enough to install it for me.
The friend who had arranged the purchase of the VW, Ed, asked how I intended to haul the bike. I told him I would rent a trailer, but he told me not to worry about it. If we wanted to stop over in Darmstadt on our way north, he could get me a trailer from his brother-in-law.
Ed was married to a German woman, and he had been raised in Germany and Austria as a kid and was bilingual. His wife Doris had a sister there and she and her husband were also big motorcycle riders.
We followed Ed and Doris up the autobahn to Darmstadt and met her sister, Anneke, and her husband Wilhelm, who everyone called Willy. We spent an evening drinking beer and eating German food. Early the next day before hitting the road, we promised to stop back in and party with them on the trip back and maybe do some riding together.
We made a rather uneventful trip to Bremerhaven, and the only hang-up was getting the powers that be to release my motorcycle without military plates. I had to sign about 20 pages of forms and things before I could load it and drive away. We spent the evening with some old friends, enjoying dinner at a small gasthaus just around the corner from their apartment. We were quickly becoming acclimated to Germany.
After a casual trip back to Darmstadt, we stopped in at Willy and Anneke's house just after Ed and Doris arrived from Heilbronn. The party was on. We left the bike loaded on the trailer and piled into Willy's old Mercedes, and off we went.
We stopped in a several places, drinking a beer or two, and moving on to another. Willy stayed relatively sober, only sipping a beer or two during the evening. We finally arrived back their house after midnight. Ed and Doris were pretty well trashed, and went straight off to the guest room they usually slept in. Mandi and I were still cruising, and we stayed up and cranked up some music with Willy and Anneke.
We danced for a while, and I found myself spending more time with Anneke, while Mandi seemed comfortable paired up with Willy. While I had done plenty of extracurricular activities, Mandi and I had never swapped with another couple. We had gotten a couple of offers before, but it never came to fruition. This time seemed different.
I think Mandi found Willy attractive. He was a big, burly guy with twinkling blue eyes and a boisterous nature, and had a perpetual devilish smile. She had seemed to enjoy his attention earlier in the evening.
Meanwhile, I was enjoying Anneke's company. She was a slender brunette (odd considering how many blonds I had seen around), with average sized, nice mouthful breasts unbound by a bra. Her nipples seemed to stand at attention every time we slow danced. She had a nice, tight bottom, just enough to make grabbing it a pleasure.
Both spoke some English, enough to get by around an American crowd. I watched as Mandi danced with Willy, and noticed that he was grinding his crotch into hers. Within seconds, he slipped a hand down and gripped her ass. I half expected to see her pull away, but instead, she continued to dance.
After the song was over, Mandi pulled away from Willy and came over to me, pulling me to the side. She grabbed my neck and pulled me down to her mouth, and I listened as she began to whisper.
"Willy told me that he and Anneke want to get a little more serious with us."
"Serious how?" I asked.
"Serious as in 'we pair off for the night' serious," she told me in a conspiratorial whisper.
"No shit!" I exclaimed.
"What do you think about that?" she asked, as she ignored my epithet.
I decided to see where her head was at, and replied, "It's up to you. I am happy just hitting the sack with you and getting some rest. But if you think now is the time to finally enjoy another couple, I can deal with it."
"So you really want to have sex with Anneke?"
Well, I was ready for this ploy, and told her, "For your information, I am not partial either way, and she hasn't said anything to me about getting together. So don't lay this off on me!"
